Sitting beside Yun An an, Bei Chen Lin gently stroked her red hair, over and over again, so tenderly and lovingly.,By the window of the room, Yun Anan in a fox fur cloak, hands resting on his chin, looked down at the seven black-clad men who had become corpses.,Beichenlin gave Wang Zhanggui tens of thousands of silver notes, Wang Zhanggui gave everyone ten taels of silver, this middleman is not an ordinary ruthless person.。