Chapter 825: Imprisonment

the roadside. The coachman dragged down a female corpse.A dagger protruded from the corpse's chest, its blood clotted on the crimson wedding dress, hardened and stiff.The bridal gown, from top to bot...tually, there wasn't much to it. Ye Wenyan hadn't introduced him to anything, everything was his guess. How could this be"Forget it" 。After a long silence, Quan Qingyun conceded first, "I've always b...