"Stop at the wise man" Shuiyun Hibiscus is straight with a slight eyebrow, clear and moist, and her eyes are as cold as autumn water. Huangfuhang’s thin body aura overshadows the light at the moment, and the sun is full of fear. "All kinds of things in the past, such as yesterday’s death and today’s life, such as today’s life, are like ordinary people. That’s really surprising and disappointing."
Huangfuheng sipped his mouth and said nothing. He looke…