Jian Xin's words brought Prince Ning back, who had already fallen into the abyss and was ready to die.

Prince Ning opened his eyes with renewed hope. Before he could speak, a ray of light burst out from Jian Xin's left index finger and penetrated Prince Ning's eyebrows in an instant.

The expression of surprise on Prince Ning's face froze, and his eyes revealed a look of shock and disbelief as he stared at Jian Xin.

Jian Xin chuckled lightly and said: "A prince who is a thousand years old, who holds a large army, who holds the power to divide borders and split the land, how are he any different from an ant in the face of life and death?"

"I'm sorry, but I changed my mind again at the end of the day. After all, compared to you, I don't want to offend him. He is a very angry person..."

This voice seemed to come from the horizon. When it reached King Ning's mind, it was distant and ethereal. King Ning felt that he fell heavily on his back in the snow. He stared at the sky with wide eyes. The heavy snow that had stopped did not know where it was.

The snowflakes began to fly again, and a snowflake fell into his eyes. Prince Ning blinked subconsciously, not knowing whether it was water stains from the melted snowflakes or tears, which slipped from the corners of his eyes.

Prince Ning fell to the ground, breathless.

Jian Xin didn't care what King Ning was thinking before he died, and how many people died before leaving the army, and how sad it was for heroes to be strangers.

He just cared that he still chose to obey Li Chen's order at the last moment.

This made Jian Xin very uncomfortable.

He felt that whether he was the leader of the White Lotus Sect or the land of gods, either one of them gave him enough reason and confidence to ignore Li Chen's words.

But just when he decided to let King Ning go, he thought of Gong Huiyu... Then, King Ning died.

Regardless of Li Chen or Prince Ning, Gong Huiyu was the only one who really influenced Jian Xin's choice.

Without even looking at Prince Ning's body on the ground, Jian Xin stepped out and disappeared into the snow.

As for Prince Ning's body, someone will naturally find it and take it away. After all, it is only a few miles away from the camp of Yanyun's Sixteenth Cavalry. There will be patrols passing by here every half an hour.

As for what kind of ripples will be caused after Prince Ning's body is discovered, it doesn't matter what happened to Jian Xin.

When Jian Xin returned to Wolong Mountain, Li Chen and Huang Jitian were sitting in a pavilion making wine with green plums.

"came back."

Li Chen glanced at Jian Xin, pointed to the empty seat opposite with a smile, and said, "Come and sit, in this icy and snowy place, a sip of plum wine is the best way to ward off the cold."

Jian Xin raised her eyebrows slightly, with a hint of sarcasm in her eyes, but she did not refuse and sat down directly.

"Prince Ning..."

"died."

Jian Xin interrupted Li Chen and said calmly: "You don't believe it? It's a pity that I didn't bring his head back to prove it."

"No need, no need."

Li Chen waved his hand and said with a smile: "Actually, it doesn't matter whether he dies or not."

Jian Xin frowned, not understanding what Li Chen said.

At this moment, the sound of a mighty march was heard.

Jian Xin suddenly turned her head to look, and saw under the vast white snow line of Wolong Mountain, a team that spread with no end in sight, heading in the direction he came from.

"After watching the show for so long, it was finally my turn for the Jin Army to take action. But I didn't expect that in the first battle, I would actually attack the Sixteenth Cavalry of Yanyun."

Huang Jitian sighed.

These words made Jian Xin's complexion change.

Immediately afterwards, he heard Li Chen say: "Whether King Ning dies or not, it has never been important. What matters is those who followed King Ning all the way to the dark side. They must die. The Sixteenth Cavalry of Yanyun cannot be used by me.
Chapter completed!