At the mention of mercenary missions, Xin Lin and Tu Suxuan exchanged a look, laughter in both their eyes.
They both remembered the scenes from when they were at the Dragon Ancient Tomb.
Although that mission was very short, for the three of them, it was something they would never forget for the rest of their lives.
"What a pity. The three of us all have important matters on our hands now, especially Second Brother. The situation in Wangjing is hanging by a thread. Otherwise, I'd still be thinking about us three finding a chance to join the Mainland Army…"
Tu Suxuan sighed, a trace of longing in his eyes.
He and Prince Yuan were both sons of noble families, especially Prince Yuan, who shouldered the fate of Fuzhou.
They were destined never to be free and unrestrained.
So just now, when Xin Lin mentioned giving Xuerou a God of Freedom, Tu Suxuan had actually felt a moment of envy.
