Chapter 1790: Killing King Ning

with your fist, that's within the realm of normal human behavior.But just like kneading dough, it was crushed into a powder as fine as sand, mixed with tea and flowing from Yelu Qiming's palm. It was...ny poem or song, when you boil it down, is just the carrier of the author's emotions at that time. The value lies in the emotion, not in the words themselves. If after I am gone for a hundred years, t...