"Your Highness, please accept my condolences. She is already dead. No matter how sad you are, you cannot change this fact." The voice of a strange man.

"Go away, all of you, go away as far as possible."

The man kept growling, like a wounded lion who would not allow anyone to approach his territory.

The voice was hoarse and angry, but Xie Daoxuan still smelled a familiar feeling, as if it was Mo Qizon's voice.

Xie Daoxuan wanted to open his eyes, but his eyelids ...