Candle Yin

"Yan Ruyu, Ning is crazy! "Are you crazy as well?"

Zhao Huai shouted.

Zhao Shuning's face was already pale.

When she heard Yan Ruyu's words.

She looked at his expression again.

He didn't seem to be lying.

Zhao Shuning panicked.

Feng Buyin's words were even more painful than making her suffer tens of thousands of sword piercing through her heart.

She struggled.

Unease.

The jade flute in Yan Ruyu's hand.

In his hand.

Soul Separation Death.

Heartbroken Melody.

This was originally a song created by Yan Ruyu's mother.

Unexpectedly.

One day.

He would actually be able to use it on his third son.

Zhao Shuning was in despair.

She shook her head.

Her crazy eyes were also close to begging.

Tears flowed out of her eyes.

"No, don't not dye it."