Just after crossing over, Du Fei's mind was a muddle. He was trying his best to piece together the memories of the original owner.,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.,"My god, isn't this the widow of Qin" Du Fei's heart raced with a swarm of grass mud horses: "Those two big shots just now... were Liu Haizhong."。