"In the end, my state of mind is still not quite enough!" Yanyan sighed, gazing leisurely at the young girl on the treetop. He had really walked right into this trap himself!
Lesser Master of Fate could clearly feel that Yanyan's gaze toward her had changed. In the past, his eyes held appreciation and curiosity, but now a strange, inexplicable bond had woven between them.
"Come with me!" Early in the morning, three days later, Old Hebo came alone, wearing a bamboo hat, clearly intending to move in secret.
Chapter 62