C1777 Flying Bandit Ancient Wen Tian(last Part)

Gu Wentian left just like that.

Flower granny carefully planted the flower and hugged the flower pot day and night, longing for the husband and her love.

One year, ten years, a hundred years. Now, more than a thousand years had passed. The flower that could not be considered a blooming flower in the past had withered beyond recognition