He was tidying up slowly all by himself. None of his former junior brothers and sisters who used to follow him came.,This night was both a farewell to this room and the Tian Shan Mountains, and also a time to refine the plan in my heart.,Once, when Zhao Fuyun read biographies or historical records, he often lamented that murderous intent often lurked in moments of self-indulgence and enjoyment, more so after drinking parties.。