145. Red Blood White Crane Robe, Hidden in the West of Mirror Lake

However, there was a strange sense of loneliness in his heart.

He also had the seven emotions and six desires.

However, he had been tremoring along the way. Five hundred years was a small game, and six thousand years was a big game. The future of the Twelve Killing Tribulations was uncertain. Who could accompany him?

Who could keep up with his footsteps?

If they couldn't keep up with him, they would eventually go further and further away. They would become people from two different worlds. They couldn't communicate with each other at all. If both parties couldn't even look at each other at the same level, how could they talk about feelings?

An Xun stuck out his tongue and carefully went down. He stood in the distance and watched for a while. In the end, his heart ached for his master. When he saw that his master had not arrived at dinner time, he took a lot of food and brought a plate of wine over.