C334 The Final Soldier King

After who knows how long, the messy room finally calmed down.

Yang Qiu laid on the ground with his eyes unfocused, while Leng Aoxue curled up her body. Tears silently flowed down from her eyes.

"Why is it like this?"

She never thought that things would develop to this stage.

Who could she blame?

Yang Qiu's gaze gradually focused