Wu Ling'Er suddenly spoke up, her voice very gentle.
After hearing this, Han Xing held the girl in his arms once more, then kissed her forehead.
Smelling the fragrance from her hair ends, Han Xing said.
"Ling'Er, I should go with you to the border."
"The Shadow Legion's strength cannot be underestimated, I can't rest easy about you."
Wu Ling'Er snuggled into Han Xing's arms, her small hand gently pressed against his chest, shaking her head, "Brother Xing, you don't need to come with me."
"I know you are very powerful, and can even defeat Legendary Powerhouses."
"But ultimately, this is our Witch Race's own war."
"There are many Legendary Powerhouses at the seventh border, I don't want Brother Xing to be in any danger."
After saying this, Wu Ling'Er sincerely looked at Han Xing.
Listening to Wu Ling'Er's words, Han Xing frowned and asked, "Has the situation over there gotten this bad?"
