Northern Border God

Jiang Ye, cloaked in the darkness of wind, stood like a steel blade before the dilapidated clinic, allowing withered leaves to fall upon his broad shoulders.,After glancing back at Zhou Ruyun, who looked exhausted, a resolute expression once again appeared on his helpless face, and he started to shout even louder.,Let a heaven-born prodigy become a pariah, a mental patient ridiculed by all.。