C559 In the Night the Drinkers Are Red Beard and White Hair

Five hundred and fifty-eighth night, red beard and white hair.

The word ‘Sky Dragon’ was like a whip, a formless whip that ruthlessly lashed on Ji Yun’s body, causing him to jump over ten feet and look around in fear. At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded in his ears again.

"Ji Yun, junior, this old monk is here."

Ji Yun was like a rabbit that had been struck by lightning or an arrow