"Let's go!"
Mu Lin Yuan and his companions laughed heartily and chased forward.
In an instant, the four of them disappeared into the night.
The courtyard finally quieted down.
Fang Che, dressed in a red robe, stepped outside, gazed at the starry sky, his expression resolute, and let out a soft breath.
The cold air turned his breath into frost, transforming into a white dragon in the night sky.
He turned his head to look at the wine table.
It seemed as if the four Old Demons were still indulging in merriment.
The sound still echoed in his ears.
"Sigh..."
Fang Che let out a long sigh.
...
Ye Meng sat nervously on the edge of the bed, her face covered with a red veil.
Her mind was in turmoil, like a storm raging across the sea, waves crashing from all directions, rising and breaking into white waves, never ceasing.
Various thoughts rushed at her.
But she was completely confused, not knowing what she was thinking.
