The air rushed back into Zi'an's lungs in big, deep breaths, dispersing the breath of death.,Xia Zi'an was furious. Murong Qiao merely sneered and kicked him with a disdainful look: "You dare to have feelings for this palace Ugh, trash like you is only worthy of being my concubine if you were willing to serve me!",The child's heart was filled with rage, a rage mixed with deep sorrow. This wasn't something that belonged to him. It belonged to the original owner who left behind remnants in his brain and heart. One can imagine what the original owner felt before death, the only thing he couldn't let go of was his mother, Yuan Shi.。