462 big black dog's idea

nothing was said. He just stayed by Murong Feng's side, smoking cigarettes one by one, until hundreds of cigarette butts fell on the ground. Murong Feng sighed heavily. Looking up at the sky, he was determined to lose everything. Can't fate resist? Can we only accept it?

no matter who you are, the emperor of our family or the ancestor of Xiandao, today LAN Yan died. I Murong Feng wrote down that when I know everything in the future, I will settle this account with you.

Qingqing looked at Murong Feng's face, and finally couldn't help but say, "elder brother, what's the matter, but do...