General Qisha has never seen such a woman.
The woman who made a big show of trying to poison him the first time she saw him.
When he was in the shrine, he was a great general with golden helmets, golden armor, and golden masks. One man was superior to ten thousand people. With him in command, the world would be at peace. The women wear neon skirts covered with light gauze, all of them are charming and charming.
But he just found it boring.
Xueran has never seen such a general.
He was either drinking in the tavern at the foot of the snow-capped mountains, or in a daze at the beacon tower. It is hard to disobey the holy order, Xue Hong did not say anything bad about him, nor did he yell at the people in the iron camp. Xueran had seen him squatting on the ground to help Granny Cai pick up the potatoes that had fallen to the ground one by one, and put them back into the vegetable basket with a smile.
It's like he belongs here too.
Purpose: If I was not born to compete with others, I would be too lazy to build a golden platform.