romantic flower

The moment Wang Shu closed his eyes drowsily, a cold look flashed in Song Yi's eyes.

He already understood the assassin's skill very well. With such a high skill, he should have killed the enemy on the battlefield, so that the soldiers of the Great Zhao Kingdom would suffer fewer casualties, and the people of Liming would be more secure.

But Zhao Ze used such a person to assassinate himself. I don't know whether to be grateful for the important position in Zhao Ze's heart, or to lament that the future emperor of the Great Zhao Kingdom will be such a person who has no overall perspective.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and it was obvious that the swordsman of the royal court in Korea could not last long, but Song Yi did not ride away on the horse as he said, but leaned Wang Shu against a