C2682 Wishful Thinking

"The result? What is the result of this battle?" Did you win, Father, or did Yao Guangxiao win? "

Next to the Kunlun Holy Land's lake, there were green grasses everywhere, a jade carved piece, pretty and cute, and her black hair was gently fluttering in the wind, just like a cute little fairy. She was hugging the arm of a middle-aged man who seemed to be lost in thought