Royal Palace.

Inside the cold house.

"Damn it! Damn it!!"

The one-armed boy knelt in the black. He looked at the howling snow outside the window and looked at the gray sky.

"Are I, Lan Yu, actually bullied to this point?"

He was once a Taoist genius, and at a young age he practiced [Nine Pens of Biyuan Talismans] to the eighth level.

He used to be a background and had immortal parents.

He once received an adventure, had a spiritual Tao that lasted three hundred lives, and had the supreme mysterious skill of [Xuanyuan Seventy-Two Floating Worlds].

But now...

But he had nothing.

Only one person was left, and the mysterious skill.

But without the teachings from my parents, I rashly practiced such mysterious skills and could become obsessed at any time.

"Zhulong..."

He gritted his teeth and squeezed out two words, holding the cold ground with one arm.

And at this moment, the door suddenly opened.

Lan Yu got up and went to close the door, but only took two steps.

But I heard a faint sigh behind me, "Daomen Xiaoyao, why are you so obsessed with me?"

Lan Yu was shocked and turned around suddenly. She saw a mysterious man in a gray-gold robe wearing a strange mask in the candlelight...

Narrow and long, pale.
Chapter completed!