C363 The Descent of the Dragon
Ling Hao sighed and looked at Xiao Qing.
Xiao Qing's beautiful face paled. She had never thought that she would die here.
Ling Hao's gaze slid down from her gentle and beautiful face. He saw the silk knot on her palm, but the one that appeared in his mind was not Xiao Qing, but Mo Yan.
Unfortunately, before he died, he didn't take another look at Mo Yan.
Before death