Fishing Alone in Cold River Snow

When the big boss of Tiandao, whose mouth has been stained with blood for years, comes to kill me, The sword was less than an inch from my neck. I cried and protested. Later, I, who was always greedy for life, held the sword in my hand. Stretching out my neck, I knelt and begged him to kill me. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.