Xiaoliu closed his eyes tightly in fear. At this moment, a pair of large hands covered his head, and the mixed scents of tobacco and ebony, mingled with the spicy aroma of pepper, wafted over. A man's hoarse voice echoed in his ear:
"Alright, kid, it's time to go where you're supposed to be."
He looked up blankly to find the two had already walked away. Mountain Crow had a leather trench coat draped over his shoulder, scratched his head, and glanced at him.
"Really, sending a little brat who hasn't even grown all his hair to a place like this."
"When you grow up to be a man, then fasten your collar and go to the battlefield."
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