When the heroes from the Western Region entered Chang'an, they captured the city and attracted the hearts of thousands of people.
The day Aydin stepped into the West Market with the BMW that had been sweating for thousands of miles, the entire length of the road held its breath. His peerless appearance, alien splendor, coldness and dust-free, like a fairy deer falling from the snow-capped mountains, attracted businessmen, dignitaries, and people in the market to covet him. All kinds of greed and obsession swarmed in, and surrounded him layer by layer.
No one dares to stop, no one can retreat.
Until Mo Jia Hanying came riding on the wind.
Cui Zhi, the Duke of Zhenguo, has great power over the government and the public, is ruthless and bloodthirsty, and is the evil god of the abyss that no one in Chang'an dares to look directly at. He stood alone on horseback, and thousands of people bowed their heads and worshiped him. Everything in the world was invisible, except for the young man in the snow-capped mountains.
The fierce horses bowed their heads when they saw him, and the sentient beings surrendered when they saw him.
He stretched out his hand and gently stroked the young man's red ear. His tone was indifferent but paranoid:
Follow me home.
