Thinking of this…
For a long time, countless martial artists in Huaxia had their eyes on the distant Lingnan Qingdu Port.
He waited patiently for the mysterious force that had disappeared to strike again.
..
Li Yueming walked out of his room when he was seventeen years old.
It was drizzling in Qingdu Harbor today.
The wind and rain at the port were slightly different from those inland. There was a salty and wet smell that blew on his face like a knife scraping bones.
Outside Li Yueming's courtyard.
A group of five or six-year-old children were playing around.
In the first half of the year, he had already let his cheap mother, Ye Nanyuan, and the others temporarily stay in the City Lord's Mansion.
The soldiers on duty around them were also transferred away.
Today, the empty courtyard had become a children's playground.
The child of Da Zhuang's family next door was rolling on the ground. He was only two years old and had just learned to walk.
