"Good brother, I, Tie Muzhen, trust you like a brother today." The Junior Chief of the Moon-shooting Tribe patted Guo Zhihui's shoulder and shouted.

Guo Zhihui was stunned, then he immediately became overjoyed.

The sworn brothers on the prairie were like Damon and Pythias.

He was born in a rich family, so he didn't care about money and squandered it wantonly. The auction price was just a number to him. He had long been eager to be recognized by ...