Chapter 1677: It's a Misunderstanding

His hair was as white as snow, like a man about to die. If it wasn't for his chest still rising and falling slightly, one wouldn't be able to tell if he was alive or dead.Sitting on the edge of the dr...g, as are all the ancestors of our dynasty. How can I give up halfway""I said I would walk barefoot to Jingshan, and I will walk barefoot. Wearing shoes is not an option, not even by a hair's breadth...