On a snowy night in western Hunan, the adopted son of Colonel Mo Jin followed Taoist Banshan.
He threw the whip out to kill the wolf, and Hua Ling said he would roast it and eat it.
The partridge whistle stared at the collapsed pyramid and opened its mouth - Yelang's ancient tomb has arrived.
I gripped the handle of the whip tightly, the dragon scales hurting my palms.
Jin Abacus died in Longling Cave, but he didn't dare to mention it to them.
