"Long Yi! Long Yi!"
Little Jingkong was being carried by Long Yi, flying over rooftops and walls. The feeling of whizzing through the night wind made him feel extremely cool.
Instead of being afraid, he was so excited that he kept shouting!
Long Yi wore a mask, hiding his facial expressions, but Gu Jiao could sense the relaxation in his heart.
He was also very happy.
In the days of being an assassin, there was never-ending killing. Even though he had forgotten his past, such a life was a simple happiness in itself.
Gu Jiao watched the big and small figures jumping in the night and sighed, "Truly carefree."
