It was turning into night.

Ling Mo carried the flagon and leaned his head on the tiles. Nobody knew what he was thinking.

Suddenly, a black shadow floated to his side, and sat down. It was Fang Yuan.

“There is no moon to see at night in the Yin and Yang Region. What are you doing on the roof?”

Ling Mo didn’t look at Fang Yuan, but looked at the pitch-black sky, “The way, have you figured it out?”

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