Emperor, Let Me Go and Let My Sister Come.

Di Mohan: "Xixi, I'm here." As he spoke, Di Mohan threw the sharp weapon in his woman's hand to the men next to him, took his slender hand and took out a handkerchief to wipe it carefully. Xue tide couldn't bear it anymore: "Di Mohan, I am not a delicate flower." Di Mohan: "..." Di Mohan had lived for twenty-seven years, and for the first time he felt that it was not a good thing for a woman to be too strong.