Meng Tian Luo's body slowly fell to the ground. Blood spurted out from his chest until it completely engulfed the small and delicate scalpel. His eyes were wide open, and his handsome eyebrows were full of unwillingness.
After so many years of painstaking planning and calculations, he finally ended up like this, how could he accept this fate? But what could he do if he was not satisfied? Life was already passing by, and he had already heard the calls of death.
"Mo Han Shan..." He stared at the man in front of him who had caused him to lose everything, called out his name with difficulty, and then slowly closed his eyes.
Mo Han Shan glanced at the corpse of Meng Tian Luo curled up on the ground, and ordered coldly. "Spread the news that Miss Yang was forced to fall off a cliff when he was fighting with His Royal Highness, and that His Royal Highness was also stabbed by Miss Yang in the center of the heart, losing too much blood and died."
