Chapter 1887 Look, that one, how much is it worth?

e gust of wind rushed toward Fu Mochen. He rolled to the ground, narrowly dodging it, and his body slammed into the wall, striking the wound on his back. The pain caused him to gasp. 。"Fu Mo Han, are...and for a moment, he was a little dazed.For a moment, he replied calmly, "Su Han, she is dead."She died in a murder fire a year ago, and her grave is in the best cemetery in Nanjiang, with beautiful s...