Qin dynasty novelist

Zhou Qing felt very unhappy. About death, she wasn't really afraid, after all, she was capable of being reborn in this world. It was worth it. But dying without value was too frustrating.,As night fell, the day's journey of thousands of miles reached its end. Passing through Shangdang Tunliu territory, the sun in the distance gradually dimmed. On the road, the sound of horses' hooves never ceased, continuing their relentless advance.,Immediately, figures clad in black armor leaped into the air, wielding deadly weapons. Their swords flashed as they attacked the front of the carriage, sending the two steeds crashing to the ground.。