Greed

When Zhao Shuning was still Luo Fei Yan.

It was not that she had never entered Mo Yan's spiritual world.

It was just that at that time.

What Mo Yan showed her should be an illusion on purpose.

She had always thought that.

Mo Yan only had good talent and would become a formidable alchemist in the future.

Now, she had once again returned to Mo Yan's spiritual world.

The shock he brought to Zhao Shuning was not just a little bit.

"Mo Bai, are you there?"

Above the stone soul.

A figure slowly appeared.

He loved Black Robe the most.

But every time he saw Zhao Shuning.

Because he had heard a long time ago that she liked to wear white, every time he met Zhao Shuning, he would put on white clothing.

For someone like him who grew up in the darkness.

The one that he hated the most.

White.

At this moment, on top of the stone soul, Mo Bai.

He was still wearing a white robe.