Fu Zi Mo Qin Luo Yan

Qin Luoyan hesitated for a moment before nodding, "It's reported, all the people from Tianjige are dead.",Er Ya looked at Qin Luo Yan, then at Wu Yi. In her eyes, there seemed to be a trace of reluctance flowing.,Until the seventh day, a dove flew in from the north. He took a tube from the dove's leg, unfolded the letter, and smiled.。