Accompanied by the midsummer breeze, the painting scroll of the second season of Ping An Story slowly unfolds. The corners of the mouth of the fox in front of Yuzao, which were raised from behind, seemed to have a mischievous aura; The Demon Saber Ji drew her sword and swung it towards the deep and secluded forest, enveloping the aura of killing; The clear pupils of the little deer man are shrouded in darkness, and the ups and downs of fate are uncertain... New friends come, old friends reunite, and the courtyard will bloom
Accompanied by the midsummer breeze, the painting scroll of the second season of Ping An Story slowly unfolds. The corners of the mouth of the fox in front of Yuzao, which were raised from behind, seemed to have a mischievous aura; The Demon Saber Ji drew her sword and swung it towards the deep and secluded forest, enveloping the aura of killing; The clear pupils of the little deer man are shrouded in darkness, and the ups and downs of fate are uncertain... New friends come, old friends reunite, and the courtyard will bloom