On the city wall, he was dressed in military uniform, and his handsome face was full of sullenness. "Send the order. If the Seventh Prince Mo Fan doesn't show up again, at dawn tomorrow, I will massacre the city!" Before the east turned white, Mo Fan came to him. He chuckled, stepped forward and hugged the thin body, "I knew you would end up. I can't bear the hundreds of thousands of lives in this city..." Before he finished speaking, a white jade hairpin was inserted into his chest, which he had given to Mo Fan for his sixteenth birthday. He hugged Mo Fan tighter with all his strength, "If I want to hide away, you can't hurt me at all, but I'm tired. If I die in your hands, it can be regarded as spending my whole life with you, right?