A bowl of rice is not easy to reach the bottom. Li Siyuan's fingertips suddenly touch a strange touch. He looked at it carefully, like a folded note.

Li Siyuan hurriedly took it out, put down the bowl in his hand, opened the note, and there was a sentence on it: Yang huaiying had died in Li Jingchen's hand.

Li Siyuan's fingertip shook, the note in his hand slipped to the ground and closed his eyes painfully.

all he had was destroyed by Li Jingchen. He didn't even leave the last thing. If there is such a thing as curse in the world, he is willing to curse Li Jingchen...