Long Xiliang opened his thin lips, and just as his voice was about to rush from his throat, several images suddenly flashed in his mind, that woman who bore a resemblance to Lu Xiaoyou appeared from his memory again.
He furrowed his brow, as if someone had pierced his scalp with a needle.
Long Xiliang reached out to hold the wooden railing beside him, transferring his pain into the force he exerted on the railing, which emitted a creaking sound.
"That Queen, she's already dead!"
The veins on the hand gripping the railing stood out prominently, and his abyss-black eyes emitted a sinister aura.
Lu Xiaoyou noticed Long Xiliang's voice had changed, "Little Liangliang? Do you know that other Queen?"
Otherwise, why did his emotions change so suddenly when he mentioned another Queen?
"I know her, everyone in the Long Family does. With her around, the Sentinel only listens to her, no matter how the Commander commands the Sentinel, it's useless."
