C3988 Poisoned Priest

Dongfang Qingyu squinted his eyes as he looked at the blossoming peach blossoms in his dream. His eyes were like peach blossoms, and his facial features were incomparably exquisite. No matter if he took them out individually or put them together, he couldn't find any flaws at all. His skin was white, like a porcelain doll that had been meticulously carved. His voice was sweet and melodious