Jun Zishu controlled her trembling hands and calmly watched Forsythia close the door.

With a "bang", the cabinet in the corner was opened.

Jun Zishu looked over, and the young man stumbled to his feet, his black clothes were soaked with blood, and he covered his arms and looked up at her.

"Don't make a sound." Yun Jingzhi shook his head at her.

Looking at the woman in front of him with a complicated expression, he didn't expect her to help him.

Hiding here and asking, it was forced by the situation, but I didn't expect that the person in this room was her.

It wasn't until I saw her burning incense in the cabinet that I knew she was aware of it.

"Little Marquis." Jun Zishu called softly.

"You're not afraid?" There is a view of the clouds

"After the early death of the little green plum dressed as a tyrant, the whole family is crematorium" Chapter 40 The night of the candle is in the hand, please wait a moment,

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