The man driving the carriage smiled extremely brightly.

Lu Qian's face twitched, twitched, and twitched again.

He just spoke subconsciously, and didn't notice the man driving the car for a moment... Really.

He is nearly nine feet tall, has a square face, dark complexion, and resolute facial features, slightly hard, with the smell of weathered granite.

He has a tall build, broad shoulders, thin waist, long hands and long legs.

She has messy long hair with a few weed sticks stuck to it.

He was dressed in tattered coarse cloth, with a cowhide bag tied around his waist, and two, two... Lu Qian's eyes widened and he looked carefully. If he saw it right, those were two black donkey hooves?

Beside the man was an unsheathed iron sword.

The sword is about six feet long. It is an ordinary iron sword made of black iron. It is most likely the product of a small blacksmith workshop in a rural town. The shape is crude and the polishing process is poor. The hilt is wrapped with thin

The hemp rope and rope have become dark due to sweat.

The man's appearance is square, resolute, and somewhat majestic.

But the lazy smile on his face was like a well-fed cat curled up by the stove. The lazy temperament that penetrated his bones made his natural upright, resolute, and majestic temperament.

Extraordinary temperament, washed away cleanly.

"Okay, we've arrived. Well, you can take the glory and wealth as you please." The man smiled, jumped off the bullock cart, patted his butt, and walked lazily towards the recruiting list.

"Lu Min!" Lu Qian called out this name in his heart.

How could he forget this face and this temperament?

Lu Min, who had killed a thousand swords, left his six-year-old son in Haojing and ran away without a trace. Lu Min always thought that he had died in the countryside and was fed to wild dogs... his biological father in this life,
Chapter completed!