Alou looked at the soldiers from the Northern Yong army lying on the ground throughout the courtyard, her legs turning to jelly from fright.
"My lady, what should we do now?"
Feng Yun did not utter a word, quickly went back into the room to wrap the Zhanjiao Sword in coarse cloth, and stuffed it into Wen Xingsu's arms, "Big brother, run for it!"
Wen Xingsu understood her thoughts.
As the governor of Xinzhou and the General of Northern Yong, falling into Pei Jue's hands meant that death was actually the best outcome, as living would be worse than dying.
But how could Wen Xingsu abandon Feng Yun?
He frowned slightly, "Yao Yao, come with me."
Feng Yun shook her head, not bearing to look into Wen Xingsu's eyes, and turned back to shout, "Xing Bing."
