Daci Temple is a collapsed temple, and the night is terrifyingly quiet. Marco Polo and Crazy Iron were sitting at the door of Daci Temple, while the other person, Pei Baohu, was also sitting bored on the dilapidated stone steps at the door.

"Why are you here again?" Crazy Iron couldn't help but shout. He was dressed in a gray shirt, with strong silver armor on his chest and arms, and a huge hammer in his hand, which was very heavy.

Crazy Iron is very manic, and even has poor patience. He felt that Pei Baohu, as a spy lurking in Changle Fang, seemed too composed. Always coming to him and Marco Polo, but not providing any useful information.

"Ming, he wants to kill someone." Pei Baohu said succinctly, his brows tightly locked. The short fiery red hair softened a lot in the moonlight, and the small braids of the short hair were a little casual and loose.

"Alas! Now that we know this, is there anything else you have to say? If not, get out of here! Crazy Iron couldn't help but shout. He didn't know what Pei Baohu wanted to do. Marco Polo had made it clear before that if Ming Shiyin wanted to make a move, it would be safest for them to hide now.

Wait until the limelight is over, now is not the best time to be tough with Ming Shiyin, and survival is the most important thing.

"I think we should take the initiative!" Pei Baohu's hand was tightly clenched into his fist and hammered down on the stone steps, his punch was full of strength, and a fist mark was suddenly left on the stone steps, and the stones around the fist mark were also scattered in pieces, which could be seen to be very powerful.

Marco Polo, who had been sitting next to him and fiddling with the pistol in his palm, raised his eyes and glanced at Pei Baohu at this time, thoughtfully. His curly blond hair was so dazzling, his white skin was as clean as a vampire, and his blue eyes seemed to hide a sea of water.

Marco Polo was smart, and of course he knew that Pei Baohu's words were very impulsive. In the current Chang'an, the situation of him and Crazy Iron is not optimistic, to say that there is still a glimmer of life if he escapes from Chang'an City and does not participate in the struggle. But if you don't quit, it's really unpredictable.

Especially Milady, after the queen of Haidu came, the glimmer of life that left Chang'an was cut off. Marco Polo and He Crazy Iron are very clear that they can only fight, stay in Chang'an and fight to the end, and now every day they live is like the last day.

"If you take the initiative, you will only die faster." Marco Polo spoke in a lazy tone, but his words were firm. These words represent his point of view, and he has a clear view of the current situation and the current situation.

"Can you survive to the end without attacking?" The money loser clenched his fists and stared at the two men angrily. He couldn't understand why both of them were so cowering, like cowards. Shouldn't a manly husband have a bloody and upright duel?

"Damn, you'll die if you strike now! Do you have a head? Crazy Iron couldn't help but jump in anger. Although he also hates to hide, he also wants to screw off the enemy's head and kick it as a ball. But compared to the momentary mood, he still knows that it is more important to live.

"Who you say doesn't have a head? Silly big guy! Pei Baohu jumped up angrily, his eyes widened, and he stared at Crazy Iron menacingly.

"You're a brainless one! Who do you say is the stupid big guy! Believe it or not, I'm going to break your neck right now! Madiron waved his arms angrily, the knuckles of his hands clenching Caracalla.

"Come on! Come on! Look who's wringing out whose head! Not to be outdone, Pei Baohu shouted, he opened his hands wide, took a deep breath and made a punching appearance, as if he could press the crazy iron to the ground and blow the opponent's head with the next step.

"Can you two stop arguing!" Marco Polo couldn't bear to say. With a twist of his fingertips, the two pistols in his palm flew into his left and right hands. He clenched a gun with one hand, one aimed at Crazy Iron, and the other at Pei Baohu. This is a threat to the lives of these two people, Chi Guoguo.

Crazy Iron saw Marco Polo's gun and had sequelae, his back was cold, and he quickly reached out to cover his mouth, and nodded desperately. Pei Baohu saw that Crazy Iron had already been cowardly, so he quickly shut his mouth and sat down on the stone steps obediently.

The two were quiet for a while, only the moonlight sprinkled on the ground of Daci Temple, so cold and transparent.

"I hate Chang'an."

After a long time, Crazy Iron suddenly said thoughtlessly, and he could hear that he was very aggrieved.

Not long after coming to Chang'an, he himself was injured, not to mention that Angela Arthur, who was traveling with him, was already dead, and even the goddess Athena, who had a crush in his heart, died. When he knew what a terrible place Chang'an was, he found that he couldn't turn back.

Because Milady, the queen of Haidu, came to supervise the battle in person, he felt that he was like a chess piece, life and death were manipulated by others, and his life was extremely uncomfortable. He hated the feeling of being oppressed and exploited, but he couldn't do anything about it.

"I hate Chang'an too." Marco Polo suddenly spoke.

His words drew a strange look from Crazy Iron, who had never heard Marco Polo complain.

"Then why did you come to Chang'an? You could not have come, you are a nobleman. Unlike me, a pauper, I must follow the Queen's orders. Crazy Iron continued to complain aggrievedly, and at the same time expressed the doubts in his heart.

"To get my father back. My father left me as a young man and came to Chang'an very early. He said that if I came to Chang'an one day, I would be able to find the answer. Marco Polo said this lightly, but he hid too much pain and secrets buried deep in his heart.

He didn't know why he said it, and maybe he was afraid that if he died one day, he would never have a chance to say it again.

"So have you found the answer now?" Pei Baohu suddenly asked. He is also looking for relatives, but the person he is looking for is not his father but his own brother. However, his own brother is not in Chang'an, he should be in the Western Regions, that more mysterious country.

"Nope." Marco Polo shook his head in frustration and sadness.

"I didn't want to find any answers, I just wanted to find my father and ask him personally. Leaving my young mother and me, do you not regret crossing the ocean to Chang'an? Marco Polo lowered his head and whispered, his golden bangs obscuring his eyes, making it impossible to see the look in his eyes.

Pei Baohu and Crazy Iron glanced at each other, and they could probably feel the sadness in Marco Polo's heart. I didn't have a father since I was a child, so even if I was born in a noble family, no matter how much money I have, it's sad.

"Are you lonely?" Crazy Iron suddenly asked for no reason.

Marco Polo was stunned as if someone had suddenly stabbed him in the heart. Then he hummed and looked at the shattered stone steps in front of him.