"It's the last meeting."
Yuwen Lie reached out his hand to brush aside Ji Ning'er's hair and smooth it down.
The small child was asleep, drowsily afraid of the cold.
The coldness seems to be felt due to the chill of armor and weapons.
She instinctively shrank her neck, avoiding Yuwen Lie's fingers.
Yuwen Lie was silent, took off his hand armor, his fair and slender fingers touched the child lightly, then withdrew. His eyes were clear and calm. "The world of His Majesty is vast enough to accommodate a child, but it cannot tolerate the rebellion of the Red Emperor."
"Ji Yanzhong."
"Take care of yourself."
"Tell Li Guanyi, on the battlefield, I'm waiting for his Fierce Tiger Sky Shouting Halberd."
The cry of the Dragon Colt was like an ink-colored dragon, as the Divine General mounted his horse, the cape flipping like black clouds. He sat on the Dragon Colt, his jade crown bundling his hair, his brows were indifferent, not saying any farewell words or other threats.
