C281 Qing-yun Flying Palace Hanging River

For a moment, Bian Yujing couldn't help but start humming.

A pair of beautiful eyes looked at the beautiful little kai on the wall, as though it was hacked by a blade or axe, full of vigor.

Just a few tens of words was enough to let Bian Yujing feel that she was in a similar situation as her, and drew out a scene in her mind that was under the moon