A thin body lying in an obscure corner. Yi Xieyu's fingers, accustomed to holding rulers, are now dug deep int…
A thin body lying in an obscure corner. Yi Xieyu's fingers, accustomed to holding rulers, are now dug deep into the enemy's flesh, almost fused together. He was always timid, never daring to draft at night without his senior brothers and sisters. But the night here is much darker than in Mohist City.