Chapter 125 Mist (2)

"Clang!" There was a clang of armor, and Zhu Gaoxu pressed his hands on the bed board and lifted his heavy upper body up from the quilt. The voice in the dream is still ringing in my ears: selling straw sandals, selling straw sandals... He opened his eyes and looked at the simple wooden table next to him. Under the nearly burned out candle, the candle tears melted into a ball. By the light of the candle, the gold inlaid on the sheath of the Yanling Sword glowed with a metallic luster.