Standing in the watchtower on the wall of Qing Castle Prison, Yang Ruri looked far into the distance. The north wind howling in the distance made the sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling, and was wildly rolling large snowflakes across the vast land.
Looking across the vast ice surface of Qingzhuo Lake, at the end of the world in the distance, the rolling mountains stand majestically, and the ancient and vast space between the sky and the earth.
Several packs of steppenwolves were running freely, howling to attract friends and sniffing the air, as if they had discovered something.
The free air, accompanied by the cool breath, blew powerfully into Yang Ruri's chest and suddenly penetrated him. The depression of the past was also swept away, my depressed mood suddenly became cheerful, and the injuries on my body seemed to be much better.
At this time, if Yang Ruri operated further according to the assassin's memory, he could easily escape from Qing Castle Prison while lying down, and then enter Huangcheng to receive all the assassin's wealth. However...
Don't forget that the road has not yet been completed.
Human beings value emotions;
Xiaoxiao was not slaughtered all,
After all, it's hard to calm down!
