In the south of the Yangtze River, He Xianjiu met Zhang "dog-skin plaster" and couldn't get rid of him even if he scolded him.
"Forget it, he's quite useful at critical moments. Just use him as a coolie." He Xianjiu comforted himself.
But gradually, He Xianjiu discovered that this dog-skin plaster seemed to have some ulterior secret: the scary scar on his left shoulder, the jackdaw tattoo on his body, and an iron sword that made him magical...
Everything gradually corresponds to the rumored Jiang Xun'an who "played the willow flute at the third watch and killed someone at the fifth watch".
"Jiang Xun'an?" He Xianjiu finally couldn't hold himself back and asked tentatively.
"It's me."
"?" He Xianjiu felt ridiculous.
Is the teenage idol actually my dog-skin plaster?
So weird.
Intention: The teenage idol is actually my apprentice?
