ye zhi-qiu was guessing who the black-robed man who claimed to be long chen's father was most likely to be.
but even if ye zhi-qiu cracked his head, he still couldn't think of it.
at this moment, long chen groaned, and blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.
ye zhi-qiu lightly bit her red lips.
did she really have to control this man for half a year?
looking at long chen, ye zhi-qiu couldn't help but recall the scene of him killing the martial gods.
that scene had a huge impact on her.
she thought that she would never forget the battle just now.
at this moment, seeing long chen's life hanging by a thread, ye zhi-qiu didn't have any thoughts of revenge.
however, if he didn't take revenge, how would he explain it to his uncle who had died?
for a moment, ye zhi-qiu's mood was complicated to the extreme.
