The cold smoke locks the alley, but the fragrance of beans is not yet cold.
In the past life, I made a mistake because of my infatuation. I spent all my wealth to feed the wolves, and my body was burned by fire and turned into hatred.
A marriage letter invites a poor man to marry into the family.
The left hand raises a scholar, and the right hand points to Wanjincang.
Who says an orphan can't defy fate and pick up a sword to cut off all absurdities?
In this world of cannibalism, earn a piece of bright light!
Purpose: ancient romantic novels