Brother Yueyue, you're not going to care about me anymore

Mo Cheng Yun rubbed his aching temple, " "How can I help you? You made such a solemn vow in front of so many people, as if victory was already in your grasp. Words that have been spoken are like water that has been poured out, and can not be taken back."

Mo fangyan was flustered. No, she could not accept the punishment of kneeling and crawling around the field.

How was she going to face others in the future? how was she going to survive in Ling city?

"Brother, I'm begging you to help me. I can't kneel, and I can't crawl. Otherwise, my whole life is over. I won't be able to lift my head up."

Mo chengyun was so angry that his heart ached. He shook off mo fangyan's hand that was grabbing his sleeve and looked at brother Jiang helplessly.

"Brother Jiang, look at this Jian Jia."

However, brother Jiang interrupted him without even looking up.