On August 7, the sun was shining and the whole world was bright. But in the face of the beautiful weather, Xia Li was like having her bones removed, lying on the ground softly, looking at the fishing rod in front of her boringly. The clear surface of the lake is calm, and there is no sign of fish taking the bait. Even so, Robert, who was traveling with him, was still staring intently at the lake, completely ignoring Charlie's strange behavior.

Although it also belongs to the north, Desmond is still much warmer than Norman. The warm sun was indeed very comfortable, but the surging Viking blood in her body told Xia Li that this was not what she wanted. What she wanted was a thicker, warmer liquid.

However, this is only Xia Li's personal thoughts, although her combat power is indeed strong, and the red anger is as flamboyant and powerful as herself. But in the eyes of the knights of Desmond, she was just a mad girl who hadn't grown up. Since returning from the front, they have kept Xia Li in the castle on the grounds that her injuries have not healed and it is not suitable for them to be dispatched. Even if there was a shortage of manpower, he didn't bother her.

This kind of protection is not what Xia Li wants. The girl longs to fight, to fight without scruples. Like that nightmarish night of fire, the Norman warrior who wounded her badly. Although she used the momentum of the horse to tear through the opponent's anger and plunge the axe into his chest, the warrior's dying blow also shattered her internal organs.

It was a blow I won't forget