"Xiqi, you turned out to be a good general!" His thin lips parted slightly, and there was no trace of thoughts in his eyes.
"Nan Chu is just an ant!"
Ants? ! Nanchu, the leader of the Six Kingdoms, was actually called an ant by the woman in front of him.
The man smiled lowly, as if he was used to it. In her opinion, what could he not be like?
"It's so relaxing for you. You watched a good show." Under the firelight, the man's silver robe was like moonlight pouring down, and there was a slight smile on the corner of his lips, with no apparent expression.
Jimo Yan was too lazy to pay attention to him. He jumped lightly and was at the bottom of the mountain in an instant.
The red clothes were flying, and the red clothes soaked in blood took on a deeper color. They were thick, but they seemed to be blooming like bright red roses, delicate and beautiful, but painfully stinging.
The red skirt fell into the man's eyes, making his eyes look a little darker.
"The thorny wild rose..."