©NovelBuddy
PREVIEW
...
Han Muye loosened his grip, and the sword silk on the sword shook, turning into the sword, forming a golden thread above the blood groove.
“When you wear out the golden threads on this sword, come back to receive it.”
Throwing the sword back, Han Muye spoke softly.
Holding the sword tightly, He Hongsen nodded heavily, his eyes shining.
He only understood a little of Han Muye’s strike just now.
But he already felt that he had gained a lot from t ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE






























