C714 Death of the Little Buddha

Looking at how the white blight killed those ferocious Japanese military officers in an instant, I felt a chill run down my spine.

Dou Dabao carried me on his shoulder for a bit, then looked at Zhao Qi with a sideways glance and whispered to me: "It's an old man wearing white clothes."

He was clever, and did not forget to cover for me at this time