Chapter 91: Papermaking Ice-Making Method

andits had bright eyes."Good, die! Tonight, I'll make you into soup."The bandit leader, brandishing his sword, nodded in satisfaction.And just then, in Wang Shu's courtyard,A seven or eight-year-old b...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. weapons trembling involuntarily.The Black Tiger charged forward on horseback, and the rest of the bandits also turned back, each brandishing a large knife, surrounding several people tightly.Immediat...