“Elder Qingxuan.”
He stood atop the city wall, gazing at Liberty City in the night.
The city was flickering with lights, warm light streaming through the windows onto the streets.
Elder Qingxuan bowed in greeting, his white beard fluttering in the night wind. “Mr. Chen, rest assured, I will surely defend Freedom City.” As long as I still have a breath left, I won’t let this city fall again. ”
Chen Ping patted his shoulder and said nothing more.
In the side hall, Jiang Xuelan had already changed into a clean white long dress.
Her long hair was as black as ink, simply tied up with a silver hairpin.
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