Flying

Inside the shop, from time to time, there was a cool breeze rushing from all directions.

Lu Wensheng and Ye Bei did not react the slightest in this cold wind.

It was the eight people who unconsciously wrapped their clothes tightly with their hands. 

In addition to these eight people, outside the Wensheng Antique Shop, the crowd also wrapped their clothes tightly.

Although their eyes flickered, their complexion looked ruddy.

In this era, they also had ideals and revenge.

Compared with the group of mud addicts in the late Qing Dynasty, on the surface, it was unknown how many times more energetic they were.

But when placing all this in the eyes of Lu Wensheng, it was nothing but dust.

These people in front of him, apart from watching the excitement, were still very ignorant, selfish, and self-interested.

They were not even concerned with history.

How many short years was this?