His camp would be unable to send out as many guardians now that there were fewer of them. It would definitely be a disaster.
He could not imagine how he would answer the other lords or how that b*tch, Yue Qingcheng, would mock him.
He hated himself even more when he thought of Yue Qingcheng.
"Save… save me…"
At this moment, Ye Chenglin's memories had not been completely erased. When she saw Ming Fucheng approaching, she grabbed onto the man's clothes, as if grasping at the last straw to save her life, and begged for help.
But why would Ming Fucheng care about her?
She was a half-dead woman. Moreover, he had heard Qian Jiyun give her medicine. She would lose all her memories.
Why would he want a useless woman like her?
He looked at the long sword in his hand with an evil grin. Raising the sword, he stabbed Ye Chenglin in the heart without hesitation.
"Mmph."
