Even in the Late Han Dynasty, when Forest Dust had erupted, a knife could be raised to let the Forest Dust know that being grand was good. The knife in the hand only told the dust in the forest one thing.
Su Guanyu urgently shouted, "Lin Chen, you."
Lin Feijian? Only Su Yu had said, "Alright, a battle a month from now, I hope you can still smile like you do today."
Speaking hastily, Lin Chen walked away without looking back, followed by Su Yu from behind him.
Many people watched this scene and had different opinions; each had their own motives.
"Oh, I see Lin Dun is not only a War Soul of warfare but also has low intelligence. In the end, he smashed a pebble on a rock and killed himself. How could I see him losing in a month?"
"There's no need to say, Lin Du knows the situation is different, a month's appointment may depend on the circumstances."
