Whoa, whoa, whoa.


    The sound of birds singing in the forest echoed in my ears, and the unique cold air in the morning made my skin tingle.


    There seems to be some soft touch on the cheek. With this touch, Mu Hantian suddenly woke up.


    Looking around, it was dark and only a faint dawn shot into the tent.


    Just in the bleary eyed Mu cold day, he sat up from the simple bed.


    Last night, at the main event of the "spirit sword dance festival", a beautiful black hair was up to the waist, and the dark eyes were lined with slender eyelashes. It is the Royal Princess who abdicated. The dress uniform she wore had a bold scale on her chest


    Shear design.


    "Fiona? What can I do for you?"


    "Of course. I want to walk with you."


    "Well... I see. Lestia, go back first."


    "I see." lestia glanced at Mu Hantian, then turned into a magic sword and hung it around Mu Hantian''s waist.