Sitting next to the old man, there are two hardcover Han people, whose muscles are bulging and their faces are fierce, and their eyes are like tiger beads. Next to the Han people, there is blood Yang, and a man with a close eye is laughing and talking about blood Yang.
Whoo! Eyes closed, dressed in hides and long hair, Han suddenly opened his eyes through the wooden door and looked at the two black spots in the distant peaks, while he drank from the bad