Fu Zi Mo Qin Luo Yan

Wu Yi's fists clenched tightly, seeming unable to accept this reality. His face shifted from white to black, then back to white, until finally, he could only choke out: "How did he die Is the revenge served","Get out of the car." Fu Zimo didn't even bother to meet her gaze, instead lifting the car curtain and stepping out first.,This is a picturesque small mountain. It's not very tall, but it's ethereal and beautiful, especially in the morning when there are wisps of mist that seem to dance, giving one the feeling of being in a fairyland.。