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.,The reality and the pain convinced him that this was not a dream.,"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."。