The twelve men were wearing leather waistcoats, each carrying a large saber on their backs, leather pants, and a pair of large leather boots. They had inch-long short hair that stood upright. How could this be a valiant man?
Zhao Hai looked at the changed faces of saber rat and the others, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face. He said to them, " "Senior brother, how is it? the shape I designed for you guys is not bad, right?"
Saber rat looked at Zhao Hai gratefully and cupped his fists. &Quot; "Junior Brother, I won't say anything else. It's been so many years, and you're the only one in the entire tyrant's blade school who treats us as true friends. I won't say anything. From now on, you'll be our blood brother. As long as you need our help, we'll come through knives and go through fire. We won't even frown."
