The spring breeze was still a little cold at the night on the end of February. The shadows of the crape myrtle trees are trembling and vague in winds, with only Qiu Yelan's eyes brightly shining, looking out of here, mockingly and silently.

It took Qiu Mengmin a while to cover the door, and then he turned around, but with no surprise on his face. He only said faintly, "In the early years, I heard that General Ruan was superior in martial arts. Sure enough, you are a real ...