C42 The Prize

Xiao Yun looked at the dead man. After a while, he turned around and looked at Qiu Qiancao with his head tilted.

His expression... There was a subtle change in his expression.

But in the end, he still revealed a smile.

"Prime Minister Qiu treats me quite well."

"It's me, my lord. My lord often mentions Saint Xiao, and let us young people use you as an example."

"That's a great honor..