With a gentle demeanor and the white battle robe fluttering, a sword was strapped at his waist, and a spear held in his hand.
Chen Wenmian hung the spear on the hook of the horse armor, drew the bow and shot an arrow, hitting a wild wolf, and asked:
"Brother, did you call me out today for hunting?"
Li Guanyi wanted to change the way his elder brother was addressed.
After all, Chen Wenmian was two years older than him, and Li Guanyi wasn't interested in letting a twenty-year-old call him brother, arbitrarily aging himself, so he said he already had an older brother.
Chen Wenmian thought seriously and said: "Then I am the third brother, second brother."
Li Guanyi: "......"
He wanted to howl at the sky.
Why did the bloodline of Wolf King Chen Fubi produce such a personality under Chen Dingye's upbringing?
The cunning and heroic yet cruel and domineering Wolf King, the cold and ruthless Poisonous Flood Dragon.
Raised a little white flower?
