I became powerful la

The smell of hay and beans, mixed with the sound of an egg cracking, a large black horse in the stable snorted happily and nudged the rough canvas tunic of its guard.,A gleam of gold and purple appeared between the brows of the wrinkled old man, shining brightly.,The three, martial artists who risk their lives on the battlefield, are mostly idle people without a proper occupation and find it difficult to end well.。