Chapter 388: Prince Wenwang

completely covered in dark, congealed blood, resembling a pig's head that had been hacked to pieces. The wounds crisscrossed its surface, and the rotten flesh revealed tangled hair. Black blood clots...ig group to help Grandpa farm, and they're very kind to me. They even teach me how to write and recite poems, and tell me how beautiful the capital is. When I grow up, I want to be like them too!"Li C...