Wei Tu sat on a stone outside the stables, took out a dry tobacco pipe from his waist, stuffed some dried tobacco leaves into the brass pipe bowl, lit it with fire paper and puffed a few times.,Wei Tu was so frightened that he took a few steps back. After a long time, he touched his face and pushed the wet hair from his shoulders up. Seeing it was still black, he finally relaxed.,A hundred enemies, a thousand enemies, that is already a legendary figure.。