Ye Qingtang never imagined that one day she would be besieged by thousands of people on Lingyun Cliff, the enemy of the world!,At the moment when Ye Qingtang's heart shattered, a deafening explosion suddenly erupted on Lingyun Cliff!,The melodious, low voice was ripped apart by the raging wind. The man slowly crouched down, his long and handsome fingers reaching towards the gushing wound. wisps of breath constantly flowed from Ye Qingtang's wound, dotting the man's palm, condensing into a half-bright heart.。