Wei Junzhuo twitched the corners of his mouth, watching this scene with a blank expression: "Oh, you're even putting on a show for me."
Wei Chengyuan wiping his tears: "Then let me just run into your blade and die right here."
Rong Heng disdainfully withdrew his hand, distancing himself from Wei Chengyuan: "Suit yourself, just don't use my knife."
Wei Junzhuo was silent for a long time, and eventually, he gave a bitter smile, then turned around to look at Qingzhou City behind him.
On the city walls, not only were there the ten thousand surrendered Qi Country soldiers, but also countless citizens of Qingzhou. They had come out of their houses with lanterns, eyes wide open in the darkness, waiting for the final fate of this city.
