Chapter Eighteen: Wu Fu

at his hemp robe, then at the straw sandals he was wearing with exposed toes.Although he wasn't as much of a hedonist as Zhao Rucheng, he didn't go about life so carelessly either.If this is "peace"...elated question.Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!The fortune teller didn't look up, only staring at the blood flowing evenly. He said, "If I kill Yao Qi, none of you w...