"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!"
Cui Yuanhe knelt on the ground with his head, but unfortunately, Qi Yun was determined to let it in.
The guards made way, allowing him to leave with ease.
"Hahaha... Qi Yun, oh Qi Yun, everyone says you're ruthless and merciless, but I didn't expect you to treat this little thing so well!"
Pang Wenzheng, having kidnapped Long Yue, laughed wildly as he left, even provoking Qi Yun before departing.
Qi Yun's face remained cold, unwilling to waste words with him.
Just as Pang Wenzheng was triumphantly about to leave, suddenly, whoosh—a cold gleam flashed by, and in the next second, that gleam was stained with a layer of blood.
"Ugh..."
Pang Wenzheng groaned, looking at the silver needle that pierced through his body, piercing both him and Long Yue, unable to believe it!
This... this is a strategy of mutual destruction, bringing down a thousand enemies at the cost of eight hundred allies; if he dies, Long Yue shouldn't expect to live!
