The Trials of Leon Chen in the Mystic Valley Chapter 167

Snow is falling on the river and the wind is biting. Winter has come very early this year.

The cloth banners hanging in the ferry shop were swept away by the wind at some point, leaving only a bare bamboo pole. A thick felt curtain rolled at the door to block the wind and snow, and the noise and laughter of rough men could be faintly heard.

Dozens of figures flew across the snow, and it was cold weather. They were all wearing only fluttering robes. Some were carrying weapons-like things on their backs, and some were hanging strange scattered objects. From the tone of a storyteller in the market, this was He is majestic and extraordinary, has a strange appearance, and is majestic. In short, he is definitely not an ordinary person.

One of them casually flicked his sleeves,

"Whoa." The felt curtain was suddenly rolled up.