Chapter 43: One Strike's Might

an Yin who drove him to this I hope so…"Just like all elderly people, Song Hengjiang rambled on and on."Now Han Yin is dead. Of the old times, whether friend or foe, there are few left. On my way here...e other text you'd like me to translate!With a light tap on her leg, Flame shot forward like an arrow from a bowstring, racing down the official road in an instant, a moving streak of fire.Lin Youxie...