In the quaint room, Nian sat up from his bed, muttering to himself. He was about fifteen years old, with a handsome face, but his clear eyes were covered with bandages, as if they were injured.,Lin Ling shouted, in his memory, Youyou was another disciple of his master. In the past, Youyou had always been kind to him.,Looking back now, Lin Ling knew that it wasn't a disappearance. It was because he had no backing, and was secretly killed!。