The snow-white mountains are green, the blood is warm and the sword is cold.
The young man's black robe was soaked with blood, and the fierce cold wind on the top of the mountain blew away layers of dried blood foam and onto the face of the man sitting in front of him.
The third prince looked at him and said firmly: "If you don't kill me."
The young man said nothing, but bowed and raised his hand to pull him up.
"Run away. I'll take you away."
His abilities are limited, let alone protecting a mortal. He had to take him down the mountain, and then find a way to get him out of the encirclement.
A long sword with a rusty edge seemed to be a trick in the hands of the young man. In a short time, he chopped off the heads of dozens of people and tore a hole in the heavy siege.
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"What can you give me?"
"Let me be sent as you are told. Please give me your name, the third prince. From now on, there will be no Ning Xuefeng. I am willing to be your tool and will never betray you."
Intention: He has a ruler in his heart, looks alien in appearance, but is actually a hero