The cold wind was like a bunch of soft knives, piercing through the gaps in clothes and leaving people covered in wounds.
Wu Guang was shivering with cold. He rejected for the third time the suggestion from his personal soldier Huang Tu to find him a good leather jacket, and he harshly rebuked Huang Tu in front of all his personal soldiers.
"Can you find a fur coat for me, and for every one of the people of Zhangchu?"
In one word, Huang Tu felt ashamed and felt he could not be a human being. He drew the long sword at his waist and was ready to commit suicide.
Wu Guang grabbed Huang Tu's wrist and knocked him down with force.
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