chapter 277 When autumn comes on September 8th, my flowers will bloom and all other flowers will die!

When Emperor Han heard this, he didn't get angry but laughed instead.
But it was a bitter smile.
Master Han looked at the scenery outside the window with a deep gaze for a long time before he spoke.
"There are many secrets, but, precisely because I know so many secrets, I want to die, and I wish I could die sooner!"
Bowen Gellar frowned.
Just then, a middle-aged man's voice came from behind.
"Then why don't you just die? What are you still alive for?"
Bowen Gellar...