"Sister, I have to drink every drop of this cup of combined wine." Shen Yurou's emerald armor scratched my ulcerated wrist, and the blood-stained look on my face was reflected in the golden cup where the mandarin ducks were splashing in the water.
When the thunder crushed my last consciousness, I heard Lu Mingxiu say in a bargaining tone: "When I get the Tiger Talisman, I can give this skin to the Minister of War..."
