Qin dynasty novelist

But now it seems like this world is about to play a joke on itself,"Aren't transmigrators always supposed to have golden fingers How is it that they die right after transmigrating",As night fell, the day's journey of thousands of miles reached its end. Passing through Shangdang Tunliu territory, the sun in the distance gradually dimmed. On the road, the sound of horses' hooves never ceased, continuing their relentless advance.。