C343 Not Worth Money

"Zhao He!"

Jun Yue anxiously called out his name, yet Zhao He actually stretched out his hand and grasped the longsword in his hands, speaking in a calm voice.

"I know you hate him to the bones. If it weren't for him, Jiangbei wouldn't have done this, and you wouldn't have done this either."

Jun Le's mind was pricked, and his voice had died down. His expression was also a little lonely