Chapter Forty-Seven: Life, Death, Withering, and Blooming

tainly looked pitiful, but Jiang Wang would not spare her a shred of sympathy.After confirming that his meaning had been conveyed, he directly asked: "Why was I mistaken for a messenger"In his view, t...here... red blood, like rivers.""Your eyes"Here's the translation, keeping the HTML tags:Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!Ji Hu Yu Xiu raised her head to look at Jiang...