General’s Gown

How sharp can the famous General Yan Changqing’s sword be?

With a wave of his hand, he could split the hardest armour and cut a hair off with the smallest blow.

With force, he could chop off the enemy’s head cleanly.

In a rage, even without effort, the blade would have already cut through the other party’s clothes and pierced through their flesh and blood until it couldn’t pierce through anymore.

Fingertips trembling slightly, the silver sword landed. Immediately afterwards, Yan Changqing was strongly pressed into the corner.

There was nowhere to escape.

“Baby, now you have two choices.”

Helian Rongchuan pressed down on Yan Changqing’s struggling arm.

He bowed his head and kissed him domineeringly, yet gently.

“Kill me, or be mine.”