He curiously asked, "Why do so many people in the Sword Tomb dislike her?"
Mu Qingyou suddenly didn't know what to say: "Because of her great-grandfather..."
"No matter what Tang Zijing did, isn't she still a victim?"
Ying Changsheng stood with his hands behind his back, speaking calmly.
Mu Qingyou narrowed her beautiful eyes and questioned, "How do you know all of this?"
Ying Changsheng was silent for a moment, his eyes deepening.
He didn't answer the question, but turned to leave, his lips slightly moving:
"Frida's Schizophrenia..."
This noble young master from the Ying Family glanced at those cloaked Pseudo Ancestors, his gaze profound and serene.
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A massive snow mountain housed a pitch-black aircraft, with terrifying explosions erupting from the sky.
