C67 When enemies meet the eyes of the enemy will turn red

The caravan stopped in front of a villa with traces of Ming and Qing dynasties. From afar, they could see the falcon napping under the laurel tree in front of the gate.

With a single glance, he saw a little old man from next door, but Long Lin knew very well that this was a lion who had his eyes narrowed. Who dared to be presumptuous