“Full promise?”

Xuanyuan Luoyu repeated lightly, and a gentleman smiled and said, "What promise? Did Mu Yue's War God make for me more than ten years ago? It took too long, and I forgot."

More than ten years? It’s obviously just more than ten days.

No, she remembered it.

One day in heaven, one year on earth.[

She delayed in the sky for more than ten days, but he had been on the ground for more than ten years...

"Luo Yu, I'm sorry, after you left, my master fainted. I kept taking care of him..."

His cold words made her heart feel like something was pricked, and she felt a lot of pain.

"Well, Mu Yue's God of War is a good disciple. The Great Immortal Youhua is very lucky, but is this related to me?"

Xuanyuan Luoyu stared at her, his face still had a calm and gentle breeze.

He leaned halfway against the door, his white clothes and black hair, and his eyebrows were as clear as if he was pouring ink on landscapes.

Still so rebellious and free and easy.

Mu Yue couldn't say a word he was blocked by him.

He looked at him with his small mouth slightly open, not knowing what to say for a moment.

"Brother Luo Yu, who are you talking to?"

A gentle voice suddenly came from the room and a woman walked out.

The woman's eyebrows were picturesque and beautiful.

He had black hair like clouds, wearing a white marten fur, and a jade beaded hairpin was inserted on his head.

He is slim and stands side by side with Xuanyuan Luoyu, looking like an ink painting.

Mu Yue took a step back.

For some reason, she felt a little dazzling when she saw this picture.

"Xu'er, why are you doing here? You are not in good health, so be careful of being ill by the wind."

Xuanyuan Luoyu supported the beauty beside him.

A half-entered arm around her slender waist, and her voice was as gentle as water.[

The woman named Xuer smiled sweetly: "Where are guests here, don't you restrain yourself?"

Although it was a bit complaining, the woman could not hide her smile in her eyebrows.
Chapter completed!