Lanling stepped into the middle of the battlefield, leaving everyone stunned.
It turned out to be this guy—his face as handsome as jade, without a single scar on his body, and even prettier than a woman.
The Chief of the Wild Horse Tribe laughed loudly and said, "Constantine, how could you be so careless, pushing your pretty boy out here to die like this."
Then, the group of Wild Horse Tribe members behind him jeered along, "Chief Constantine, if you don't want this beauty, don't waste him; just give him to me."
"Could it be that this pretty boy slept with your wife and made you a cuckold, so now you want him dead?"
Amidst the mocking laughter, Lanling walked to the center of the battlefield.
Meanwhile, Suo Mo closed his eyes in pain!
Things had deteriorated to such an extent, and Constantine had become this malicious.
