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",Qin Luoyan draped her cloak over his shoulders. Seeing him smile, she smiled back. "Is it done","This life, I owe him." Fu Zimu said faintly, pulling Qin Luoyan to kneel before Xiao Fan's grave again.。