"Ancestor~~"
It seemed as if she sensed his movement, the red-clad demoness opened her eyes and looked at him coquettishly, even though his face was full of vicious and ferocious sword scars at the moment, the red-clad demoness still looked at him with the same expression as her first love, affectionate, like autumn water.
Song Yan asked, "What's your name?"
The red-clad demoness showed surprise and said coquettishly, "Slave Yun Xiang."
On the other side, the white-clad demoness also woke up and said charmingly, "Ancestor, you're so bad, you didn't even ask my name."
Song Yan said, "Then what is your name?"
The white-clad demoness said, "Slave Yan Rong."
Song Yan suddenly pulled the quilt, indistinguishable who was who, and turned over to pounce on one of the demonesses.
The quilt turned into waves and suddenly started moving.
In an instant, rocks pierced the sky, raging waves hit the shore, and thousands of piles of snow were raised.
