Writing Off Old Scores
編輯: Henyee Translations
Murong Xun raised her brow. "Give him the cold shoulder and let him be! Let me see if he dares to attack the city directly!"
Lots of people? Tsk! Who were you scaring with lots of people?
City Lord Luge wiped his forehead of sweat and hurried to carry out the order.
The next day, Asi, who was at his last gasp, was hauled before the little stoic. Although his whole body was so fatigued that it was limp and practically couldn't move about, his pair of pitch-black eyes still emitted the gleam of an untamable wild wolf.
"Why?" Asi looked at the little girl's icy profile and couldn't help asking.
The little girl was not more than 12 or 13, but her small face was like it was frosted over with snow. From his angle, he could see her swaying a bottle of clear medicinal solution, her eyebrows creasing slightly.
"Why!!" Asi roared furiously, but he was subsequently clobbered on the head by the royal guard next to him.
"What are you roaring at!"