บท 811: Mystic-Returning Medicinal Solution

They did their best to stand by supporting each other up by the arm. However, their mental exhaustion had already been stretched to the breaking point.

Perhaps, only a poke was all that was needed for them to instantly collapse to the ground in fatigue.

Qiao Mu curved her lips as she swept her gaze over them. "You are all awesome! Very manly enough. Whether or not Beilan City can maintain its defense, I'll be leaving it to you all."

"Crown Prince Consort, I'm not a man. But I'm also able to move!" A hoarse female voice came from the back of the crowd.

That was a woman with a very thin stature, and she looked to be about 25 to 26 years old. Even though she was panting in fatigue, her eyes shone particularly brightly.

Qiao Mu raised her eyebrow. "Of course, we females don't lose out to any man."

While laughing out loud, the woman brusquely kicked the man beside her. "Do you see, the crown prince consort is praising me."