Meng Zhuo couldn't figure out how a good person could disappear without saying a word.
I still remember that day, she was still nestled in his arms and said: "My man is ambitious in all directions. When you win the battle, my illness will be cured."
But why, why did he win the battle but she lost it?
Meng Zhuo thought, she is a liar, a complete liar. He was unwilling to be deceived and deceived by her like this, and he knew in his heart that it would be a pity to live without her in this life no matter what.
Meng Zhuo sighed softly and said firmly to the person in white clothes in front of him: "It doesn't matter even if I lose my life, sir, please let her live.".
The man nodded slightly: "Well, in fifteen years, you come to Xuzhen Mountain to pick her up."