Mother Zhou was anxious."Quickly put the sword down."
"Mother, don't come over, or I'll make a move!" Little Zhou gripped the hilt of his sword tightly.
Zhou mother stopped and looked at Zhou father anxiously.
"You're dead? Can't you just say something? Do you want to force him to his death?"
Zhou's father was unmoved. He stood ten steps away from Zhou and looked at him coldly.
Seeing this, Zhou Wu sneaked away. Soon, sister Yan came back with Yu 'er. When she saw little Zhou kneeling on the ground with the sword stuck to his neck, she ran over and knelt beside him. She looked at her parents and said,"little Zhou and I are truly in love. Please fulfill our wish!"
Xiao ran and Shen Yiming looked at each other.
Now that things had come to this, it was up to him whether he would succeed or not.
To be honest.
The two of them admired Xiao Zhou. No matter how he was before, at least at this moment, he was a man who was willing to give up everything for love.
