m!" Wang Yan walked out of the bathroom, rubbing her hair with a towel. She must have been washing her hair just now."Xiaoyu, it's you" Wang Yan smiled and opened the door, letting Fang Yu walk in."Th..."Shout, shout, shout your sister!" Fang Yu frowned, the blade in his hand flashed a blue glow.

The sword qi was extremely sharp and imbued with a holy aura.

The dragon's roar, accompanied by the sound of swords cleaving through the air, echoed together.

"Ah ah ah ah..."rembling voice."There are rumors circulating that the person that day was Hui Xu, not the real Fang Yu... But I can tell you, the man that day, was Fang Yu!" Wang Hetian chimed in, his face pale with...