C551 There Is No First Place in Literature

A week later, in Florence City.

In the small shop called "Mu Ge," a black armor covered his hand and he was holding War of Golden Goats, which was still emitting an ink-black fragrance.

"One week, just one week."

Casually throwing the book onto the table, Du Kang looked up and saw the Cynocephalus and the middle-aged man in red sitting by the table.

"The new book is out again