ough he had a piece of metal strapped inside his clothes, covering his vital area.But I still felt the breath of death, coming straight at me."Die!"The black tiger roared.A blade of wind descends!Yang...It is now the middle of the month.

The night was deep, a round moon hung high in the sky.

Inside the Yang family home, everyone sat together, watching Xiao Jiu calculate.will give 25 taels; if one can only produce 3,000 or less, 15 taels of silver."Here, just as he had agreed, pens, ink, paper, and an inkstone were already prepared. He signed a deed of sale with Huang...