"Feng Nanbei, are you crazy?" Lu Chan asked.
Xia Ji stood still.
Behind him, Wind-on-Snow was already retreating with Zhao Yange. His injuries were slowly recovering under his full resistance.
The Dragon Elephant Lord also fled with Tang Lan. Tang Lan took a deep look at the silver-haired man under the cold moon and poured her heart's inferiority onto this appearance. She wanted to treasure it forever in her heart and remember it forever.
Everyone was fleeing.
Lu Miaomiao also took a few steps back.
There was no need for her to run, because if Xia Ji lost, it would be pointless for her to run to the ends of the earth.
Today, they were going to live and die together.
Seeing that most of the people had left, Xia Ji slowly replied, ""I'm not crazy."
"Then you must want to die in battle," Lu Chan said curiously.
"I don't want to die in battle," Xia Ji said.
