"Dantai, two jars are too few, not enough for me alone. Bring over another ten to eight jars. Today, let's have a good drink. From now on, life and death are left to fate!"
Life and death are left to fate! Mo Yifeng had long put life and death aside.
From this sentence, Emperor Profound could tell how deep the resentment in his heart was. He felt slightly strange, but it was not the time to ask more questions. Qin Ling also sensed the hatred in Mo Yifeng's heart. Thinking of Qu Tan'er, Qin Ling felt a pang of sadness. That woman, occasionally a bit crazy, always indifferent and unconcerned with worldly matters, would sometimes mischievously cause trouble with a smile, yet he never expected that one day she would experience such an event and leave in such a sudden way...
The more he thought about it, the more his heart was filled with deep sorrow.
It was truly unbearable, immensely unbearable.
