Lian Yu sat at the door with an unburned cigarette in his hand. White mist floated out and dispersed in the wind. The strong liquor enters the throat, spicy, bitter, and cold.
"Am I ready to die?"
The sword in her hand flew out, sending up snowflakes all over the ground.
A drop of blood hit the snow and formed a hole.
"Mr. Gu Long, you must not deceive me. Women are the same as men."