Li Yue's originally straight back suddenly became rickets.

Liu Chenghu was like this. It was difficult to walk, let alone lead the troops. It was impossible to go to the Western Regions. He was afraid that he would die on the way before leaving Jingzhao Mansion.

Then who can he rely on?

Who else can help him?

He passed countless people in his mind, but found that no one could reverse the decline.

Suddenly, he thought of Qin Mo.

His eyes suddenly became gloomy.

Then an inexplicable anger was ignited in his chest.

"No, I will never look for him!" Li Yue gritted his teeth, "If he knows about this, he will definitely take pleasure in his misfortune, right?"

He had already seen Qin Mo laughing at him in Lingnan.

The image stimulated his nerves.
Chapter completed!