The world bustles, the sea of people is vast.
Jian Nanchun occasionally travels through the mundane world under the banner of the Heavenly Sword Sect, having encountered all sorts of people, too many to count.
He shouldn't have remembered just two children he passed by a week ago.
But that day,
that street,
that rain,
that punch,
left too deep an impression on Jian Nanchun.
So deep that every time it rains, he recalls the fear of eggs scattered and people lost.
After recognizing Yi Lin,
he instinctively clenched his legs,
even though it no longer hurt between his legs,
for some reason, seeing that innocent face, he felt a faint ache there again.
"Why is it you?"
Jian Nanchun, feeling annoyed, asked with a stern face.
Upon recognizing Yi Lin, Jian Nanchun lifted Wang Xiaohu a few centimeters in his hand. Incidentally, he also recognized Wang Xiaohu.
So it was these two lads.
Thinking carefully, Jian Nanchun felt something was amiss.
