บท 221: Soaring Strength, Qin Emperor's Reward (1)

"Yang Hong? You said you're Yang Hong?"

Yin Wuyou looked at the man in front of him, whose face was bruised and swollen and whose original appearance was barely recognizable. Her gaze then fell on the Mo Mei Sword in his hand.

Finally, she couldn't hold back her laughter.

"How did you become like this?"

When the others arrived, Yin Wuyou was already laughing so hard that she couldn't speak.

Yang Hong had an aggrieved look on his face. Combined with his appearance, the scene appeared unusually comical.

"It's all in order to complete the mission the marquis ordered." Yang Hong felt wronged.

"Thank you for your hard work." Zhou Shu patted Yang Hong's shoulder and smiled. "You've made a great contribution by capturing Shen Yue alive this time."

"I'm like this now because of him!" Yang Hong kicked Shen Yue, who was already under the control of Great Xia's diplomatic mission's guards.