She turned her head and glanced around, seeing a group of dumbfounded Blood God Sect followers and the Divine Palace Guard Army spread across the mountains. Her phoenix eyes gleamed with a kind of proud disdain as she suddenly reached out to embrace Zhao Changhe's neck: "Kiss me."
Zhao Changhe smoothly wrapped his arms around her slender waist. The cold touch of the battle armor offered a peculiar sensation at this moment as he fiercely kissed her.
On the peak of Langjuxu Mountain, the setting sun leaned westward, and the wind rose, causing clouds to stir.
The commander wore no helmet, her casually tied ponytail fluttering high. With her beloved man on this conquered mountain peak, she embraced and kissed. The wind lifted her ponytail and fluttered her fiery red cloak; the cold battle armor outlined her beautiful curves, a long spear standing by her side, with a red tassel on the spearhead fluttering like flames.
