Sadness of parting

The village was surrounded by hundreds of elite soldiers in armor. Sharp arrows were aimed at more than a hundred people including Xiaohua. They were pale and looked at the group in horror. Three people were lying on the ground, with arrows piercing their bodies, and their blood dyed the ground beneath their feet red. "Tell me, have you ever seen this person?" A middle-aged man in golden armor, holding a portrait in his hand, shouted coldly. On that white paper, there was a picture of a handsome...