C470 Cripple Feng Jiu!

Zhao Mohan could not bear to see this. He sighed. In his life, he had lost to Sun Xiaoliu. He held Sun Xiaoliu's hand and embraced her.

After a good night's sleep, the next morning, many soldiers dressed in simple clothes were waiting outside the Regent Mansion.

For some reason, Sun Xiaoliu did not feel sad or reluctant to leave the capital. Instead, she felt relieved