Xu Zhenyu turned around and left as well.
Han mofeng's roars and howls could be heard from behind, but he turned a deaf ear to them. His attitude was determined and cold. They used to be brothers, but now they were like strangers.
He didn't feel good either.
He knew that han mofeng was doing this for his own good. However, in the past two years, he had been drifting further and further away from these friends who used to be on the same side as him.
They were no longer people of the same world.
In a daze, he recalled the carefree days in the private room of the ninth heaven. At that time, little eunuch Gu had not died, Tian Yu had not left the country, Ling Zi was still the Ling Zi who was afraid of the world not being in chaos, and Xuan Xuan was still the cheerful and lively Xuan Xuan.
However, she could no longer go back.