C155 One Condition

Article 155.

The inner hall of the Marquis' Mansion was in a mess. Two figures were breathing heavily in the inner hall.

Zhuge Yun was still sitting on the chair, and the sound of the guqin in his hand had stopped.

Her neck was being pressed against by a shiny black dagger. The dagger's Master was naturally Chen Fan.

In about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn