Chapter 460: Gap

An Ziyang bowed his head and left to carry out the order.

Last night, he hadn't spoken many words with Li Miao.

Li Miao had beaten him up with a smile, dismantled more than half a year of his accumulation, and left with the words "Still need to practice," before leaving. It wasn't until this morning that he recognized Li Miao's back that he rushed over.

However, he was used to Li Miao's self-willed style that didn't care about his subordinates' feelings, so he went to execute Li Miao's orders with pleasure.

Yet he didn't notice at all how much psychological damage his words had just caused to the two young people under twenty, Wu Mingxiao and Ming Wanhai.

"Li, Li..."

Wu Mingxiao stammered.

"Gr, Gr..."

Ming Wanhai hesitated.

"Sigh."

Behind them, Zhao Ying sighed, handed the infant in her arms to the Dengzhou Garrison officers, pressed her sword, and walked to Li Miao's side, cupping her hands.

"Commander, the agreement between you and me has been settled. I've thought it through on this journey; the grudge of my father is truly a muddled account, and it's better to let it remain muddled..."

"I am disheartened and only want to find a place to end my remaining days. Commander... can you let me go?"

Li Miao looked at her with a smile.

"I don't have the habit of letting enemies spend the night."

Zhao Ying's expression darkened, and her hand gripped the sword hilt.

"I see."

"Then I won't delay your time; can you allow me to commit suicide to preserve a bit of dignity for my Zhao family?"

Li Miao was noncommittal.

Wu Mingxiao, beside him, was anxious. Although he had long known that Li Miao and Zhao Ying had a grudge, he hadn't expected it to be to the extent of taking a life. Now, he couldn't care about Li Miao's status and spoke up hurriedly.

"Li Lor—d."

He finally swallowed the "Brother" back; there was already a sad, thick barrier between him and Li Miao.

"Miss Zhao is not a bad person, having traveled with us all this way, can you—"

"Sure."

Before he could finish, Li Miao unexpectedly agreed, stopping Zhao Ying's action of drawing her sword.

He pointed leisurely toward the battle formation ahead.

"You want to end your remaining days, how about going there?"

Zhao Ying was stunned.

Before she could answer, Wu Mingxiao rushed over, grabbed her arm with one hand, pressed her back with the other, and pulled her down.

"Okay, okay, Miss Zhao agrees!"

"Let's go, let's kill the thieves!"

Fearing Li Miao would change his mind, he dragged Zhao Ying and ran toward the place where the battle was raging.

When passing by Li Miao, Zhao Ying said in a voice barely audible.

"Thank you, Lord."

Li Miao acted as if he hadn't heard.

After Wu Mingxiao dragged Zhao Ying a distance away, he seemed to suddenly remember something and turned to say.

"By the way, Little Wu."

Wu Mingxiao turned his head.

Li Miao said with a smile.

"I still prefer hearing you call me Brother Li."

A smile bloomed on Wu Mingxiao's face.

"Hey! Brother Li!"

"I'm going!"

Li Miao waved his hand.

"Go, go."

Wu Mingxiao turned with a smile, drew his blade, and charged into the crowd with Zhao Ying, splashing a sheet of blood.

Li Miao watched for a while before turning to look at Ming Wanhai.

"Little brother, haven't you come back to your senses yet?"