บท 641: Heaven Cloud Purple Thunder

Yao Hui Yue felt unbearably pained.

His Zhu Xuan Er actually looked like this?

In the north region, merely her figure and the personality she revealed were sufficient to entrance him. He would willingly fall to his knees for her, but now, after seeing her real appearance, it was as if someone had sliced a knife into his heart.

This discrepancy was really too big.

And just like that, his first love came to nothing.

Ling Han laughed loudly, and slung an arm around Yao Hui Yue's shoulders as he said, "Small Yao, even if we fight to death tomorrow, that is something that would only happen tomorrow. Thanks for today. Come, let us drink some wine! No one's going home sober."