"Clang"
Xu Qi 'an flicked his wrist, and the black gold long knife made a soft sound, leaving a trail of blood on the platform.
His gaze slowly swept across the seven righteous men kneeling below the stage, the Imperial Army, and the dense mass of common people. He took a deep breath and said in a clear voice, "
today, Xu Qi. an killed the two thieves, not to vent his anger, not for personal vendetta, but to avenge Lord Zheng's injustice and to tell the Imperial court ...
All eyes were on him, and the scene was silent as everyone listened.
Xu Qi 'an's tone was powerful, but there was an indescribable depth to it."If the heavens have feelings, the heavens will also grow old, and the righteous path of the human world will experience the vicissitudes of life."
Xu Qi 'an's eyes swept over the crowd and looked at the blue sky in the distance. Among the White clouds, he seemed to see the stiff figure bowing to him again.
