Northern Border God

Jiang Ye, cloaked in the darkness of wind, stood like a steel blade before the dilapidated clinic, allowing withered leaves to fall upon his broad shoulders.,Hearing this, Jiang Ye's hand froze. The photo instantly slipped from his grasp and fell to the ground. An unprecedented look of disbelief flashed in his eyes.,Jiang Ye's actions were not out of Lao Wu's expectations. As he bent down to pick up the photo, he calmly said,。