Feng Tianlan, who was trapped in a corner, was trembling. The dagger in her hand was also trembling. "Mobai, don't force me."
"Lan'er, why can't you be ruthless? These are all fake. Your husband is also fake. As long as you kill me, you can leave this place and find the real one. You will have to find those who disappeared. You will have to pay tribute to those who died."
Feng Tianlan bit her lower lip tightly as she looked at Si Mobai who was closing in on her step by step. Even though she already knew that this was fake, she could not do anything to him. He was the person she did not want to meet with weapons.
"What, you can't do it? Your husband is fake. What's there to be afraid of? Don't you want to find the real husband?"
Feng Tianlan still bit her lower lip tightly. Her eyes were filled with tears as she looked at him.
