"Nine years old," Hei San looked at Hei Jiu, but his eyes were somewhat gloomy. "This year, I saved your life, but it was unintentional. I've lived as a black man for three years, killed many, saved a few. But only your heart knows the cost you've paid over the years. We will part ways from now on."
"Three songs!" Hei Jiu suddenly startled me.
"From now on, I will no longer be a general of the Black Army Ancient Red Sun Country. I'm my own person, solitary and free." Hei Sansan had a pair of determined eyes. In reality, he was a wolf, not fond of speaking with others. If we don't think about the suspicion from before, Hei Jiuxia's hand, they wouldn't be watching each other at heart. Nine to black.
It's better not to embarrass him.
"Qin Guofeng, it's dangerous here, I'm leaving first, don't forget you still owe me the Secret Sword Book." After Hei San finished speaking, he turned and left, Zhusunx Liuye, very decisive.
