The Heavenly Eye Gho

Wang Mingzheng was muttering to himself when a fifteen or sixteen-year-old walked towards him. He carried a backpack and had a pair of endearing dimples on his face, radiating youthful energy yet carrying an air of detachment.,But Wang Ming was used to wandering and naturally prepared these things.,On the second day, in a inconspicuous corner of newspaper in city A, there was such a small news item.。