风瘙的姨妈4中文版

Sima Shaozhen's big sleeves fluttered. His left hand was behind his back, and his right hand stretched out a finger to point at the eighteen magnificent swords in the void. His demeanor is chic and calm, not like a strong rival for Wu Jieyuan, but like a friend who cherishes each other, talks about swordsmanship, and uses martial arts to make friends....