The enchanting night is silent and pure.

Under the thin moonlight, the man was dressed in purple, standing long. The long green silk gently winds around with the wind, just like that reverberating xiao sound.

Silver-colored mask, in the moonlight flooded with a little bit of ghostly light, in addition to that pair of indifferent as water eyes, and that light-colored thin lips can no longer see other.

Yan Qingxuan looked at Yan Mor Calamity under the tree and was slightly ...