His cold gaze was like ten thousand years of black ice. Facing an emperor whose martial arts were far inferior to his own, the sense of crisis that arose in Gai Nie's heart was even deeper than when he met Li Long just now.
"Uncle, uncle, save me, uncle..."
The eighteenth prince Ying Hu Hai cried loudly with his eyes closed, beating Gai Nie with his hands and feet, struggling wildly. The shrill voice of the child made him feel upset.
"Mr. Zhao, please don't get excited."
Xia Wuqi frowned. As soon as Gai Nie came back, the situation that had been under control worsened again.
Login to comment
Be the first one to comment...