"If you were as powerful as her, how could your father dare to force you?"

Of course she was talking about Yao Yue.

Zuo Qianhu hummed: "If people's hearts are not enough, they won't shed tears until they see the coffin."

"If you don't kill him, you have only two options: give him everything he wants, or take away everything he has."

Ling Shuanghua shook her head sadly: "I am just a weak woman, how can I be so capable? Besides, I have sworn before the spirit of my dead mother that even if my father doesn't force me, I will never see Ding Lang again in this life."

"The mortal world is like a sea of ​​suffering. All living beings are mediocre, but they have their own bright nature. If there is sentiment, there is nothing that cannot be overcome."

"Amitabha, the female donor has a deep mental blockage, but she has lost her wisdom eye and spiritual heart."

A gentle voice suddenly reached several people's ears.

Although the scenery here is extremely beautiful, the appearance was too weird. Zuo Qianhu never let down his guard. When he heard the sound, he immediately raised his sword with one arm and shouted in a deep voice: "Who is that person? Come out!"

Ning Zhongze also held his sword in front.

"The young monk is here, why are the donors missing?"
Chapter completed!