Lin Mu, killed his father to prove the truth. I became a master, made a lot of friends as I grew up, witnessed all kinds of true feelings, experienced all kinds of experiences and setbacks, and finally achieved my own path.
It was the first day of March in the 32nd year of the Qingli calendar. It was a cloudy day.
The sky was gray, and large groups of dark clouds were slowly drifting toward Jincheng. The sun completely lost its shadow, leaving only the dull wind that was still blowing stubbornly.
The aroma of earth has begun to float in the air. The only tea shop at the gate of the city is still open at this time, but there are not many customers. Lin Mu was one of them. He was dressed in the most inconspicuous dark men's clothing, with a brown wooden hairpin on his head and a simple bachelor's bun. He had small eyes, a slender figure, and an elegant look that made people think he was a student coming to take the exam. But if anyone observes carefully, they will find a sharp flash in her eyes.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
