In Chapter 107, let's pay homage to each other. The wind blows slowly to our ears and feels the coolness it brings. However, I'm not happy about it. Looking at the tall wall ahead, I changed my appearance a little bit! Disguised into the city gate!

I sat on a teahouse and watched the people coming and going downstairs. I was so proud of myself. Suddenly, the poem burst out and said loudly: "Zhao Ke, man, Hu Ying, Wu hook, frost and snow are bright. The silver saddle shines on the white horse, rustling like a shooting star. Kill one person in ten steps without leaving a line for thousands...