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",The next morning, news spread from under the city walls of Biancheng: The army from Beiming had retreated. People in the city cheered and poured out onto the streets from their homes. For a long time, smiles hadn't been seen, but now, they shone brightly in their eyes.,"This is…" Her gaze fell on Fu Zimo's back, her eyes instantly moistening because Fu Zimo was already kneeling before a small tombstone.。