lt;lt;lt;Reborn Soar

His hair was greasy and unkempt, clearly days overdue for a wash. His clothes were also filthy and patched in several places, with visible tears sewn together.,I grabbed it with my hand, and it actually pierced through. Although it looked yellow and orange, it was nowhere near as fine as the noodles ground to a powder in later times.,Just as I stepped out, a sudden gust of cold wind hit me, piercing straight into my neck.。