"Miss Jun, are you going this time?" Nangong Lie looked at Jun Wu Xie. He was a little worried. Maybe he personally witnessed the close friendship between Jun Wu Xie and Qiao Chu and others. His cold heart could not help longing for some warmth. He could not help wondering that if he was not born in the Upper Realm, would this longing and hope be answered?
Relatives, friends and lovers were meaningless to the people in the Upper Realm. It happened that these were the things that Nangong Lie hoped for. It was precisely because of this extravagant hope that Nangong Lie would compromise under a little threat from Jun Wu Xie. Until now, his heart had begun to involuntarily think about them.
"Go." Jun Wu Xie said firmly.
