"No way, what use do you have for it? You're not a supervisor of the Observatory!"
"Your Highness, since I've taken it out, naturally I can use it..." Before Song Zhong finished speaking, Dongfang Xinglan had arrived in an instant. She stood expressionlessly on the horse's head, held the long bamboo flute with a slight exertion of her palm, and the flute broke into two pieces.
Dongfang Xingshu's mouth twitched, she really wanted to chop up Song Zhong and feed him to the dogs.
If you can use it, why didn't you quietly use it, instead of babbling to Dongfang Xinglan?
You call yourself a Martial Saint and a Commander of the Jinyi Guard, and now you died from talking too much?
At this moment, Dongfang Xinglan pierced forward with her sword, but Song Zhong's expression, though fearful, was not panicked.
"Your Highness, you've been deceived!"
