Do You Really Think You Are an Orphan?

After Luo Qiu left.

On the entire rattan bed.

Silence.

Mo Yan thought uneasily.

A rustling sound could be heard from the locust tree.

Their actions earlier had woken the emaciated Xia Wanning.

She was breathing heavily now, and it took a great deal of effort to raise her head.

Within his line of sight.

It was none other than the purplish-gold black robe Mo Yan.

The woman smiled.

At this moment, her smile was mixed with vicissitudes of life, regret, and incomparable rage.

Mo Yan turned her head.

He saw that Xia Wanning had a horrifying expression on her face.

"Why?"

Xia Wanning said.

Mo Yan did not say anything.

Xia Wanning continued, "All of the things that you have obtained now, are all thanks to me. If it wasn't for me working with you, how could your Divine Sect have developed so well back then?"

"Why? Why do you want to repay kindness with hatred? "