"I hope he can live happily forever."

In Dragon City, the two most beautiful women smiled at each other.

The city wall was almost lost, and a steady stream of Yuan soldiers were pouring in, wave after wave.

Neither Zhu'er nor Han Zhao wanted to be captured, nor could they be captured.

Zhu'er glanced at the sword in her hand.

She turned to Han Zhao and said, "Miss Han, now that things have come to this, I will go first. You should move faster and don't make me wait too long. I will be scared to go to the underworld alone."

Zhu'er suddenly swung the sword in her hand towards her neck.

Life has come to an end, and the spider closed his eyes.

…

At this moment, time seemed to have come to a standstill. There was no pain as imagined, only endless regret.

Just as Han Zhao said just now, she has not given birth to a child for Zhang Wuji. For a woman, this is really a failure.

…

"Miss Zhu'er, Miss Zhu'er, please let go. If you use more force, my hand will be broken."

Han Zhao, who was standing by, called out to Zhu'er a few times.

It was not until this time that Zhu'er opened her eyes again.

At this moment, Han Zhao's jade-like hand just grabbed the edge of his sword.

At that moment just now, Han Zhao was already prepared to commit suicide.

But at the last moment, he looked into the distance again.

In the last rays of sunset, it seemed as if a cavalry was rushing towards Longcheng.