
Fu Zi Mo Qin Luo Yan
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author: <p>Smoke like
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",Qin Luoyan hesitated for a moment before nodding, "It's reported, all the people from Tianjige are dead.","This life, I owe him." Fu Zimu said faintly, pulling Qin Luoyan to kneel before Xiao Fan's grave again.。