467 Zhou Zhiruo’s Confession

The girl in the robe as white as snow was like an immortal in a painting. She stood calmly in the depths of the bamboo forest and looked at the scene before her with slightly angry eyes. She was watching the young man who had suddenly left her side to appear between the two unfamiliar men.

She looked puzzled, as if she could not understand why that person called Deities Without Thought would want to behead Happy when they had no grudge against each other. As expected, the murders in the land of wanderers did not follow the rules of logic. 

Deities Without Thought said nothing. He had fallen into complete panic. 

He was severely wounded because of Night Rain Follows Wind's slash. Yet an unfamiliar Chinese player whose strength was unfathomable suddenly appeared beside him, and he also seemed to be familiar with One Emperor and Happy. His expression became tense, and he could not help but suck in a deep breath. 

"Sorry. I made a wrong comparison."