ibly be a disaster victim. His tone immediately softened.Li Chen ignored him and stirred the wooden tub with his spoon. He saw only a few scattered rice grains floating up from the bottom, along with...soaked in cold water, standing on the shore like a gust of cold wind blew past.Cold, cold to the bone.Let his soul tremble.The most terrifying aspect of political scheming isn't the bloodshed, but rat...
Chapter 142: Choice