But Old Wangye and Yu Changyuan both insisted that it was a passerby, and she didn't know what to say.,Beichen Lin's eyes were cold, and the Tang Heng sword in his hand was unsheathed.,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.。