Thinking and thinking, the memories in his mind welled up like someone twisting open a tap, pouring forth experiences that weren't his own.,Xiao Quan glanced at the watchdog at the gate, with a pointed muzzle, flat ears standing upright. It was clearly a Chinese native breed. It seemed that this era had much to do with ancient China, but Xiao Quan still wasn't sure what dynasty it was.,As the cold night wind blew, Xiao Quan shivered. This Qin Xiu, though magnificent, offered no warmth and was far less practical than a down jacket.。