The South Beyond the Road: Jiao Yuannan

In the snow outside the road, I carried half of a pipe fork and dared to risk my life with Cao Saner for my younger brother. I was sixteen years old at that time, and I didn't know that this street would give me twelve brothers, or that they would die in front of my eyes one by one. Later, on the day Li Saner stabbed Dawu to death, I realized that the bowl of wine in Jianghu was brewed with blood and tears. If this story is not popular, I will call you Big Brother.