What's your name?
Zhang Xiao...
Haha, you have some strength, come on!
You're being hunted in Jianghu? Hahaha, we are the ones who least follow the rules of Jianghu.
One day, I will...
When Zhang Duo woke up again, he saw cold mountain rocks and Western Region shrubs with short thorns. The cold starlight spilled down, making everything ahead shimmer brilliantly.
He took a breath, and his lungs felt a stabbing pain like ice needles, instinctively holding the location of his wound.
The last clear trace of memory was that the Colonels resting in other rooms of the Divine Martial Mansion had probably noticed something amiss and formed a formation to entangle that guy. Then he probably rushed out in a daze, not even knowing where he was now.
He wasn't wearing armor either, holding tightly onto that fluttering banner.
