The Rogue Saint

Wu Lai stood on the street, his melancholy eyes, sad beard and incomparably handsome windbreaker attracted everyone's attention. He shook his magically flowing long hair, showed what he thought was a charming smile, and said with high spirits: "Please call me a rogue. In fact, I am not a legend." Before he could finish his words, bricks flew everywhere. "Kill this copycat 'Brother Sharp' to death. He still wants to be a rogue. It's really a shame for us rogues to do what he did.