C97 Eldest Senior Brother Nian Yi

After that, he returned to the Bai Jia Village. Now, the Bai Jia Village had become a messy grave. Desolate grass grew everywhere. Mu Xuan stared blankly at the 108 graveyards. He recalled the time when he was young when he was playing around in the village. He played at the village entrance. He thought of his father's love and Ru Wan's gentleness. But now, this was the scene