He put his sword in the sheath and lowered his head to think.
Then he took his own steps.
Warriors, privileged class. In essence, they are not for enjoyment, but for leading people.
He decided to go to the village again and check what happened in this village.
If the person who came here today was not Zuocun, but someone else, that suffocating malice would be enough to kill someone.
A sleepy figure shaking the snow on his body halfway up the mountain.
The black hair was exposed under the white snow.
and scarlet eyes.
roar......
Chapter completed!