"Brother Yanyue Dao?"

The moon knife stunned and asked, "What do you mean?"

"You feel like Guan Yunchang's moon knife."

Li Nannan pointed to Helan Fusu and said, "The Prince Fusu is like a silver gun in Zhao Zilong's hand. To be honest, you two are really gifted, oh, no, this metaphor is wrong. It was Yu Liang who was right. Ha, I have no culture, the metaphor is inappropriate, but also ask Brother Dao Haihan.

"Ha, ha."

Yanyue Dao raised his head and laughed like a bell, and his wild spirit was like a gushing flood of the Yellow River. Waves after waves beat him around, not caring where...