Li Zhiheng took off his golden fur and sat on the oil-stained bench in the wild shop, staring at a plate of blackened pickles in front of him.
"Master, this wine is called 'throat-piercing burn'." The groom, Old Shen, chuckled, "Master said, if you get used to drinking this, no poison will be able to penetrate your throat in the future."
The sneer of the swordsman at the next table was swept into the crack of the door by the wind and snow: "Where can you find this noble young man with fine skin and tender meat that can withstand the grinding of the world?"
Li Zhiheng suddenly overturned the table - it turned out that Jiang Hu's first lesson was to teach him how to seal other people's mouths with his fists...
Intention: Snow blade washes the mountains and rivers