ed himself. In the painting, Qin Luo Yan's features were clear, her eyes seemed to hold a depth and world-weariness that didn't belong to someone her age."Demon" Fu Zimo sneered coldly, his face grim....back sobs. "Thank you..." 。" Okay, if you have something urgent, go quickly. " 。Luckily, I remembered the way to the armory, and the guards at the gate were also my buddies. I've snuck out before to...