C959 959 Feudal Fiefdom Not Daring to Stay

The sharpest blade in the world was not the blade in a warrior's hand, but the one stabbed into the heart and called the rumor.

Rumors were like knives, every word stabbed at people's hearts, making them wish they were dead.

And among them, the most poisonous thing was the ability to catch the shadows and catch the wind, creating rumors out of nothing. Sometimes