C565 The North King Leng Zhuo

On the square table beside Leng Zhuo, there was a picture scroll. Under the blue sky, there was a black and white figure standing proudly on the cliff.

The figure was drawn with meticulous strokes, and it looked extremely lifelike. Leng Zhuo's cold eyes glanced over, and the smile on his face would probably be carved into his mind for the rest of his life