"Ten ... Nine ... Eight ..."
In the middle of the night, there was a dim light on the street, and snow was falling.
The young prince carried the halberd and walked on the empty path.
A lonely shadow was illuminated by the lantern and cast on the snow that was getting deeper and shallower.
He counted down in boredom and quickly walked towards the city gate.
At this moment, in a large mansion.
Grand Secretary He Wenfeng's eyes were rolling. Every time there was a big battle, his body would not move, but his eyes would roll around.
"Diverting the east and attacking the west, and working together with the South City Guard, then using the twenty-ninth on the Heaven Ranking, Huang Jing, as a sharp knife to knock on the door, we should be able to succeed, right?"
" That's right. With Hero Huang's movement technique and strength, no one in this city can stop him except for the Seventh Prince. "
"I hope so."
