C1325 Happy Qing Ming Festival

Under the snowy lights, the north wind whistled, and snowflakes danced in the air. Two men were fighting with their cold weapons in their hands.

When they spoke just now, they were very polite, and even seemed to care a lot. However, after they made a move, they did not show any mercy, and they were all doing their best.

Tanaka Xiuya stood in the wheat field by the side of the road