"Leave? Where would we go?"
Qi Yue curled her lips, a mysterious smile spreading at the edges.
The fierce winds of winter howled past the corners of the buildings, lifting her skirt in billowing waves, as if she wished to fly away with the wind.
Hei Lie was stunned by this uniquely beautiful scene and took quite a while to regain his composure.
"My lord, we have too few people, we can't beat them, we should leave now."
"How many brothers do we still have?"
Her voice was stern, as if she were facing the Marquis himself.
Hei Lie wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his heart almost stopping.
"Not counting those on missions, just ten, twelve..."
Seeing Qi Yue still with a calm expression, as if she didn't think facing Hu Keqing's tens of thousands with just twelve men was a joke.
"Master, we should hurry and leave. If something happens to you, the Marquis won't know what to do!"
Qi Yue smiled.
"Zhao Xiyan? What would he do?"
Hei Lie didn't know what to say.
