Mori Ogai lowered his head humbly, declaring his victory, with an expression of pride and joy. Under the dim light, his rose-red eyes were bound to win.
Blake Jing stood up calmly and walked around the sofa towards the heavy iron door. He was wearing clothes similar to Hanfu. Under the dim yellow light, Mori Ogai seemed to see the emperors and generals of the ancient country for a moment, bringing souls. deterrence.
His smile faded slightly, and he watched with caution as he gradually approached, and finally stood in front of the door, raising his hand and pressing it with five fingers. He didn't use any force, just held it with carelessness.
"Those soldiers who think they are fighting for the country are actually abandoned sons." Blake Jing lowered his eyes and looked at the iron gate without sadness or joy, as if he didn't care about the object that bound him, and...didn’t see it as a hindrance.
Mori Ogai knew that Blake Jing was powerful, but his people had already taken away Blake Jing's companions. Blake Jing's biggest weakness was in his own hands, and he firmly believed that Blake Jing could not resist him.
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