Zize and I are standing on the high city tower. Under the tower, there is a dark and well-dressed soldier.

Xiao Mingfeng, dressed in a white Royal robe, sits leisurely on the horse, behind him are the shouting soldiers.

"hand over Nangong Jingran! Hand it over to Keyu! "

the soldiers under the city keep shouting, and they press forward step by step.

all of a sudden, Xiao Mingfeng raised his hand gently and made a stop sign. Suddenly, he was quiet behind him.

"Lord Shawn is polite." Sitting on the horse, he made a little bow to zize in the city.

"no, uncle Huang..." Zize made a bow to...