He has been away from home for seven years, carrying a blood feud: galloping on the battlefield in the northern desert, killing enemies to protect the country; not caring about fame and fortune, returning to his hometown, but only killing relatives with his own hands: he regards the powerful as ants, but treats the common people as close relatives. I think back on those days when I was a feudal prince thousands of miles away, and I was as angry as a tiger. Now that I have returned from disarming, even though I no longer have the sword, who dares to fight?
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Hot book. I have never read such a hot book. I stopped reading after the second chapter. The writing is so bad.
Hot book. I have never read such a hot book. I stopped reading after the second chapter. The writing is so bad.
Is there more to this wonderful story?
The name is just a bit confusing