The face of Feng zhengran suddenly turned white, and the mark of that night naturally remained in his heart, and it was also a thorn, which deeply penetrated his loyal and patriotic heart.

"my father is a wise man. I can't imagine the reason why no one came to help him in the middle of the bloody war. He is warm and friendly. His highness seven sent Bai Chen to help him. Who else do you see? There is no one who can deliver coal in the snow! "

Feng zhengran's face becomes more and more pale and powerless in the sharp words of cold and quiet wind. Yes, there...