him with his bow in hand, for fear that he might accidentally chop off their heads.An Xue Tang looked at his hand. His hand wasn't particularly fair, but his fingers were long and slender, with distin...Every time Feng Ming went out of the mansion and strolled around town, she would bring her gifts.

Over the past six months, An Xue Tang has long become accustomed to it.

And every time Feng Ming came back, she brought unusual and interesting things - things that He had never seen before.

Feng Ming, still holding An An, walked to the table and nudged it with her chin. "Open it and see," she said.se you anything your heart desires."An Xue Tang raised an eyebrow slightly. All she wanted was the portrait in the old hermit's hands. Could this monk make the old hermit hand over the portraitIt seem...