"So many books..." Liu Zhenhan also posed as scholarly and stood in front of the bookcase; he knew that many elders liked offspring who read books, although he had no interest in these books, he still pretended to be very interested, and diligently took out a book with iron-clipped corners and started flipping through it with relish.
The cover of the book in beautiful Beamon Mongolian script was marked with four large characters - "Ceremonial Code". Opening the cover, the thick pages of Tocharian lamp wick grass gave his fingers a very comfortable and unencumbered feeling.
"Even better than Mo warehouse paper," Liu Zhenhan candidly gave this kind of high-quality, expensive paper an expert level evaluation.
"Master, there are so many beautiful clothes! This is the first time I've seen so many good looking clothes!" Helen threw herself into the arms of her mentor and acted spoiled.
