C1152 Not A Hometown, But Hell

"I still have to tell a story to the other people listening!" Feng Yuheng mumbled to Bu Cong's corpse which had already fallen off the horse, "Even though this reason is filled with holes, it still sounds a little reasonable. Bu Cong, if you are lucky enough to start your life all over again, then come look for me again, whether we are enemies or friends at that time