Chapter Forty-Seven: Life, Death, Withering, and Blooming

ither.In contrast, the petite Zhu Biqiong, who resided in a small room, suddenly seemed to have gained strength. She shouted within the room: "Why don't you let me help instead I'm stronger than him!..., right"Ye Qingyu smiled faintly: "Hello."Then, he nodded slightly and remained silent.At this moment, Jiang Wang suddenly realized.He dressed up specially, I'm afraid it wasn't just because he wanted...