The so-called leader of the country is just a mayor.

Build a big courtyard and build a circle of earth walls to form a city.

I'll give you thirty men, go and take that city from me.

Su Mu is a man of culture, and his research on the history of Japanese fusang is unusually profound.

If there were not three major tribes behind it, how could the humiliation of country subjugation and genocide more than a hundred years ago have happened?

After taking a shower, Su Mu deliberately took out a set of customized clothes from the storage box and changed into them.

Hanfu.

As soon as Su Mu put on the black Hanfu, he looked in the mirror for a long time and felt very satisfied.

The only thing I'm not satisfied with is that my hair is short.

When will I be able to have smooth and flowing black hair like that guy Feng Heguang?

Without hair, all pretense is compromised.

Fortunately, his Hanfu has also been improved, making him look very energetic.

When Han Feihu opened the door and went out, he was stunned for a moment when he saw him like this.

"You kid, you were born to be a pretty boy. It's a pity that my daughter is too young. Otherwise, I would have to accept you as my son-in-law."

Hu Shuai's words made Su Mu's legs weak in fright:

"Old Han, don't make trouble."
Chapter completed!