Cursed:
"He actually has such self-awareness!"
He's actually really aware that he's prone to bad luck,
and indeed,
in fact,
he is really this unlucky!
He begged me so shamelessly to accompany him on the battlefield not because he's really afraid of death, but because he's genuinely likely to die!
How has he survived till today and won military merits from battle to battle?
"Disperse!"
The Sword Saint let out a low shout,
his figure leapt from the horseback, directly chasing after Lord Zheng who was still frantically galloping ahead.
Lord Zheng also heard the whistling sound from behind,
turned his head and looked back,
his pupils immediately contracted.
"Buzz!"
The Mo Wan in his chest suddenly activated at this moment,
previously it would fly out to help crush people, but this time, Mo Wan directly smashed towards his old man.
"Bang!"
