Give a Sweet Jujube with a Slap

His hair was blue in color.

With a jade flute in hand.

A peerless man stood in the air with a face as white as snow.

Behind him was a bottomless abyss.

At this moment, the high cliff was filled with countless black-clothed men.

The leader.

He was completely black.

Between his eyebrows, there was a faint outline of a huge dragon coiling around.

Looking at his appearance, he looked no different from 20 years ago. It was Mo Bai.

However, although his appearance was no different from twenty years ago, his temperament wasn't the slightest bit different.

For example, at this time.

From his face, you wouldn't be able to see his immature and honest appearance back then. The only things you could see were ruthlessness and viciousness.

Yan Ruyu stood in the air and looked at him. His face did not change at all.