"It's been seventeen years..."

"Senior brother."

"Tell me...what kind of person can make our master lose his mind like this?"

The gray-clothed disciple shook his head in self-mockery.

He clenched his fists a little, and his voice became more intense towards the end: "Listen to the elders, you are not a lover."

"Like the master, she is a woman."

"The elders don't know much about the rest."

"Tell me, what's so good about that woman? She can make her master quit even the Guwu family after hearing the news of her death."

The man had been dead for seventeen years;

Their master spent seventeen years in a miserable state.

How contagious is she? Can she make the master who was so proud and complacent before turn into what he is now?

"Bang!" There was a loud sound.

This sound... came from the main hall of the villa.

The two disciples turned pale.

"Quick, go in and take a look."

The disciple didn't hesitate and quickly rushed into the main hall.

As soon as I entered the main hall of the villa, I was greeted by the strong smell of alcohol and cigarettes.

There were no lights on in the main hall.

Only a faint glow of fire could be seen.

She was a woman, her face looked like she was in her mid-twenties. She was sitting on the cold floor, lighting a cigarette with a lighter.

Hear the sound at the door.

"go out."

The woman didn't even look at the two disciples, and uttered two words with her white lips.

The tears that the two disciples forced back suddenly fell down: "Master!"

"I said, get out."

The two disciples shook their heads.

Pingtong knelt down with a sound.

Seeing the disciple's movements, the woman paused. She held the cigarette between two fingers, placed it on her knees, tightened her fingertips, and lowered her head.

The whole villa was quiet and quiet.

There were only three turbulent breathing sounds.

a long time--

The woman shook off the ashes, took a puff of cigarette, and said three words with some vicissitudes: "She's gone..."

The disciple made a move.

My heartbeat stopped because of these three words.

"Leave me alone and go."

"She promised that she would come to celebrate my birthday."

"Seventeen years have passed and she still hasn't come."

Woman puts out cigarette.

Looking up at another part of the main hall, the whole main hall was dirty and messy, but that place was clean without a speck of dust.

Rumors say.

Lord Guwu has a quirk.

Since seventeen years ago, I have been fond of collecting red silk threads. No one knows why, and no one knows why the Lord's temperament changed drastically.

"Pah." He lit another cigarette.

The woman just stared at that place blankly and took a deep breath of cigarette.

She thought that this way she could anesthetize herself.

In my heart, I silently recited:

W is not dead...

The person who promised to celebrate her birthday did not die.

The woman suddenly laughed twice in a low tone, her voice was light, and she said to herself: "Do you know? When she died, I was still in retreat."

"When she died, I didn't know anything."

"She was hiding it from me when she died."

"When she died..."

The woman suddenly closed her eyes: "I feel really uncomfortable..."

High-ranking people all over the world know that W is dead.

Only she... doesn't know.

By the time she knew it, it was already too late!

"Where did she go?"

The woman held on to the sofa and stumbled to her feet.

Because she had been squatting for too long, her legs were a little numb. As soon as she lost consciousness in her legs, she stumbled and fell to the ground: "When I sit in the position of Lord Guwu!"

"She's here."

"Whenever I have any needs or difficulties."

"She's here."

"But now I'm about to die, and she's not here anymore."

"Take me away."
Chapter completed!