Chapter 17 The Vermilion Bird of the South

At dawn, the market was already restless.

Two figures strolled down the street with exaggerated pride—backs straight, chests puffed, and their faces, unmistakably unpleasant.

People cleared out of their path like oil parting from water.

One was short and round, his face blotched with red marks and strange textured scars— 本章节是VIP章节