He Danggui felt that the hand squeezed on her neck was getting tighter and tighter, gradually depriving the cool air that people could not lack for a moment. Was this the true face of Zhu Quan, who took Feng Yang as the emissary? They kept talking about love all the time. But once she disobeyed their will, even one of Zhu Quan’s subordinates had the right to take her life, which even didn’t have to get Zhu Quan’s permission. Oh, what a great love. What a noble and sacred ...