Ge Pang Xiao: "My mother always said that I am very good at washing feet. My father's feet are even whiter than steam buns when I'm done..."

Ge Pang Xiao's voice suddenly went quiet. He stopped dead in his tracks then took two steps back in fear.

At the end of the small path, a barbarian donning a silver-colored Heavy Armor emerged slowly.

Chang Geng's lips and teeth wouldn't stop bleeding; he could taste the sweetness of blood as soon as he closed his mouth.

Ge Pang Xiao ran only a few steps and was already gasping for breath, but this little boy was really aware of his limit. He kept a constant tight hold on Chang Geng's sleeves, his hands cold and sticky with sweat. Chang Geng, even with his cleanliness, did not pull his hands away. The two children were like young animals who had nowhere else to turn, baring their small fangs in this dead-end.

At the end of the path, the person raised his hand and lifted the protective mask onto his forehead, revealing his handsome facial features.

His cheeks were thin, and there was a shadow in his eye sockets, reflecting the land of the Central Plains stretching for thousands of miles. When his gaze fell on Chang Geng, the emotions contained in it were extremely complicated. It seemed to be a little nostalgia mixed with a little bit of pride, which made him seem very compassionate.

It was a pity that this compassion did not last long. In the end, it was covered up by deep hatred, resembling a red thread that had been buried in the boundless snow. Although it had existed, it disappeared without a trace.

The roar of the heavy steel armors came one after another, more and more gleaming barbarian armors continued landing down behind the man. The number soon reached up to more than twenty.

There was a sudden gust of wind coming from behind, Chang Geng turned back in alert, but a hand pressed down on his shoulder — the person who just arrived was Shen Yi in dark armor.

There was even more blood on him now, causing the already dark armor to become even darker.

Ge Pang Xiao was not aware of the situation. His eyes were so wide that it seemed as if they could pop out: "Tea...Teacher Shen?"

Chang Geng turned his head and spat out a mouthful of blood: "That is the General of the Black Iron Camp, subordinate of the Marquis of Order. Don't be rude."

Ge Pang Xiao's tongue suddenly twisted together like a rope; his whole body of meat and fat trembled altogether as he stuttered: "Mar-Mar-Marquis of Order!"

Shen Yi outstretched an apologetic hand towards Ge Pang Xiao.