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",Until the seventh day, a dove flew in from the north. He took a tube from the dove's leg, unfolded the letter, and smiled.,Qin Luoyan also frowned and asked, "Did you intentionally send my father to fight him..."。