When the screen lights up, it's Jianghu.
If one person dies in the text, one life will be lost in the world, and even the memory will be wiped clean.
Everyone was gambling on their lives, but Lu Yuan was solving problems.
His sword is not fast, but he can see through the thousands of opportunities behind the words; his martial arts is not high, but he can stretch his strength to the extreme at any time.
The night was cold and the coffin was hard.
Lu Yuan pushed open the coffin lid and only said:
"If you fall behind, you will be beaten. This time, it is Daxia's turn to draw the sword."
