Bai Yan appeared in time, standing near the North District and surveying the surroundings.
The ground was littered with wounded soldiers, most of it the handiwork of Liuyun and Wang Yue.
At this moment, Li Qiao looked up, casually curling her lips, "What are you doing here?"
Bai Yan kicked aside an arm blocking his path, ignoring the other's wails, and looked askance at Li Qiao, "Besides cleaning up the mess, what else can I do?"
Na Ji, this person, cannot die.
At least not at the border.
Li Qiao put down her leg and stood up, walking unhurriedly to Shang Yu, her slender white fingers pressing on his wrist, "Are you tired?"
He Chen, having just finished off the last thug: "??"
He tossed the thug's collar behind him, brushing the creases on his shirt, "Sister-in-law, did you ask the wrong person?"
Did Shaoyan even make a move? They agreed on a seventy-thirty split, but all he did was kick Na Ji once, how could he be tired.
