Northern men don't care about their lives, they only care about their faces.

"The North is really full of talented people. It's really enviable!"
In a remote corner, two pairs of eyes fell on the ring a few hundred meters away. One of them was a young and high-spirited man with a pursed mouth and sighed.
Little prince, Yan Ran.
"If it weren't for the traitor Li Xianshu, half of the north would have been ours now." A middle-aged man in his forties with sharp eyes said behind him.
Every word he said could give people an inexplicable eerie feeling.
Lu Jiannan...