"Ming Luo mortal, if... if you still have a little conscience, when your poison is cured, let me go. Between the two of us... there is never such an anxiousness." Qian Mu was sensible. Even though he grew up being ignorant of life, he was unexpectedly satisfied with his mental life because he knew his identity, knew what he needed and what he should ask for.
And she and Ming Luo mortal should never be involved. Their meeting was just a coincidence, and there should not be any follow-up coincidence.
This night, Heavenly Evergreen seemed to have grown in an instant. He looked at him carefully as if he was a mortal, helping him wipe the cold sweat on his forehead. From time to time, he helped him rub a few acupoints to relieve his pain, while his eyes scanned the ruthless man who made him l
