"Do you know the word headstrong is good?" Chen Yi praised the sentence, secretly turned into a 5 cm thick quarrelling and nodded to Yu Weichao.
In this era, it would be embarrassing if the "headstrong man" came to a different attack and threw an arrow or something that was really stabbed to death, but in his heart, there was not much worry that more than three ordinary knights were deterrent to his quarrelling level, but they did not have much