C307 Hand of Scythe

The atmosphere was tense.

Chen Fuyue and Que Ying stood guard, as did Wu Du and the others in front of them.

In the windy night, the shouts of the tenants could still be heard from the mountain.

Wu Du gripped his broadsword tightly and stopped shouting. Instead, he focused on watching Que Ying's every move.

Last time, he had been at a disadvantage, so he had to be careful this time