What?
Everyone was shocked again. Twenty-six years ago, Dongfang Wanqing was actually having an affair with the tribe leader of the saintly Virgin tribe, Yuan Ming?
Jun Xi Qing’s gaze also changed slightly. This was really a story told in a story.
Dongfang Wanqing’s face quickly turned white. She looked at Murong Jiancheng in pain. Back then, Murong Lang and the most outstanding high priest of the saintly Virgin tribe, Yuan Ming, were equally famous. As the saintly virgin, Dongfang Wanqing was Murong Jiancheng’s childhood sweetheart. Murong Jiancheng respected her, he cherished her and doted on her. He had long treated her as his wife.
Her life was originally beautiful, but she was beaten to a pulp by him.
Because she was bewitched by Yuan Ming.
She wandered between Murong Jiancheng and Yuan Ming.
One day, under the moonlight, she hugged Yuan Ming and kissed each other. Murong Jiancheng saw them.
