Ji Shuiyou was wearing silver armor, holding a divine bow, and was riding on a war horse. His blue eyes were slightly narrowed, and he stared self-deprecatingly at the silver-haired man standing opposite her, "I really want to know, Your Highness, do you love Ziyou's body or soul?"
"Is there any difference? As long as I kill you, Ziyou will return to me."
"Haha! Really? Is Your Highness so sure?" Ji Shuiyou sneered, and before he could speak, he continued, "Now I like this game more and more." Facing his confused golden eyes, Ji Shuiyou smiled contemptuously. This smile made him stunned. He only heard Ji Shuiyou suddenly look straight at him and said, "I hope your Highness can get what he wants."