Heavenly Tang Brocad

At the age of sixty, Fang Xuanling, wearing his official robes, stood in the courtyard with his hands behind his back. He looked up at the snow-covered roof and wore a face full of worry.,Fang Xuanling puffed out his cheeks and glared, wishing he could kill this scoundrel on the spot!,Fang Xuanling's eyes were bloodshot, and he roared to the heavens: "Damn beast! Get down here!"。