Eraapos;s Solemn Con

Outside Nanjing City, Leng Junhan, dressed in white clothes stained with blood (both his own and others'), was fortunately not seriously injured. He無奈地低頭看了看身上的傷口，回頭再看向身後，一直追在他身後的大內侍衛還冇有追上來這才微微鬆了口氣，靠在山坡上準備歇息片刻。,Leng Junhan rolled his eyes. "Don't I make it clear enough that my surname is not Hao but Leng","This..." The captain of the guards hesitated. This time, His Majesty was extremely angry; without that bit of reason left, they might have really cut off Little Prince Ding’s head. If they couldn’t take even one person back, it would be hard to explain to His Majesty.。