C198

"Mount Kunlun, prepare to execute Sir Yao Qing, the date is half a month from now, on the Full Moon Day."

Luo Qingdeng's voice still echoed in Feng Ling Jue's ears. Feng Ling Jue clenched his teeth, and ruthlessly smashed his fist on the handle of the chair. He could not help but curse, "Dammit!"

When the last candle was burnt to ashes, the candles' tears filled the lamp