Don't Feed a Lone Wolf

At the age of thirteen, Yan Gui walked from the border fortress of mountains of corpses and sea of ​​blood to the capital city filled with splendor. Everyone in the capital said that a frontier orphan became the center of the whirlpool. What a blessing it was to be so fought over and cherished. Only Yan Gui himself knows: He could not understand the burning light in their eyes; He could not hear the lingering words on their lips; There is only one rule in his world - hold the knife in your hand tightly and remember the way you came. Until the conspiracy that swept the government and the public finally came to light, until the palace of soft words in the past was filled with blood, until all those who claimed to love him and protect him drew their swords for him—— He suddenly realized in the flames of war. It turns out that all the love and care is a more delicate forging. They all want to temper this piece of cold iron from northern Xinjiang into their own shape. Burnt with flames, tempered thousands of times. But his iron bones are still intact.