With just one glance, Ye Lingyue was stunned.

Xin Lin was also stunned and grabbed Ling Yue's hand tightly.

Those eyes.

The man's face was undoubtedly unfamiliar to Ye Lingyue.

But those eyes.

Witch God.

Ye Lingyue almost blurted out.

Witches, gods and ghosts.

You can't go wrong.

The witch god who carried the Kunlun ancient coffin and his body sank into the hopeless sea of ​​​​stars.

He and Xin Lin both entered reincarnation again.

Ye Lingyue felt her eyes sore slightly.

That cold, decisive and decisive witch god in the eyes of outsiders is such a gentle person.

He silently guarded Xin Lin and reincarnated for hundreds of generations.

It's a pity that they never had good results in those hundred lives.
Chapter completed!