Crack!
Lv San, who was performing the Nuodance, suddenly stopped.
He looked toward the entrance of the cellar, his ears twitching slightly, without a trace of emotion on his face.
Lv San was always a cautious man.
Upon first meeting Li Yan, he had already thought of a retreat plan, using a kite to leap down the mountain directly.
Taking all the blame in Guanzhong, from the court's Captain Bureau to the local bullies in the pugilistic world, so many people tried to surround and capture him, yet couldn't even find his trace, which speaks volumes about Lv San's capability.
In such circumstances, how could there not be arrangements?
Unexpectedly, the assailants outside had used some spell unknown to him, evading the scrutiny of the rat swarm.
In an instant, the sound of wooden ball bombs rolling, the hiss of fuses burning, were growing louder in his ears.
Lv San, not panicking at all, stroked his waist, and a steel awl appeared in his hand.
