Chen Duhuai has always felt that his greatest advantage in life is stability.
Class A of liberal arts, eighteen barbarian languages, and a 90% success in Beiwu Academy. After graduation, he worked in an office in the General Staff Office, which was a stable and dignified job.
Until his father, who had been repairing shoes for nineteen years, put on his old knife and walked towards the northern border army camp.
Unable to stabilize.
He changed his application form to the Northern Martial Arts Academy. He wrote that Xiao Liuwen thought he was crazy. His neighbor, Old Zhaotou, asked him if the coal stove was still working. Uncle Zhou from the library scolded him while stuffing him with half a bag of grass roots that nourished the kidneys.
And he just wants to rush from Kaiyuan third level to fourth level in four months, and——
Find out whether the nightmare that has chased him for more than ten years has anything to do with the barbarian witch festival.
"You and your father have the same virtues." Liu Wen said.
Chen Duhuai thinks this evaluation is okay.
