Under the moonlight, Xue Three's shadow was stretched out to a length that could never appear in reality.
Especially the phrase "acceptance," which spoke of so many twists and turns.
People all long for freedom, and the demons are no exception.
Originally, in their own "worlds," regardless of their success or failure, star or not, they were the protagonists, but after a rebirth, they had to call someone "my lord."
Habit is habit, actually, there wasn't much resistance, logically speaking, calling Zheng Fan "my lord" is quite appropriate.
But if given a choice,
everyone would want to breathe a fresh breath of air.
If the former cannot be satisfied,
well,
being able to breathe is enough.
Over a hundred black-clad warriors trained by Xue Three infiltrated the camp. Some of them were selected and trained by Xue Three during the Shengle period, while others were mid-way street recruits, but all inherited Xue Three's "tradition" and "thinking."
