East Qin wuwo was extremely angry. If song qingxiao had not fallen into Meng fanglan's hands, he would have killed this woman who was talking nonsense and trying to divert the disaster.
"He is! Think about it, isn't your Shen lang well-read and refined?"
Song qingxiao ignored the East Qin wuwo's rebuttal and pointed at the deer as a horse,
he's young, handsome, and wise. Don't you remember? "
As soon as she said this, Meng fanglan, who was sitting on top of her, quickly got up.
In the past three hundred years, Meng fanglan had long forgotten what her husband looked like.
However, her obsession had already formed, so it naturally caused her to be even more captivated and unable to forget.
"Shen lang ... Shen lang ..."
She anxiously called out to her lover, and a lamp made of a human skull lit up in her hand.
The light was blood-red and carried a strong evil Qi.
