The dust horse neighs, startles the cloud to break the halberd. The sound of cavalry in my ear gradually weakened. Everything in the valley seemed to be silent in the vast mountains.

the sword in the neck is still there, but Mo Li has no strength to resist. I'm tired So many years, perhaps, he also felt tired

"don't leave..." It seems that someone is calling him gently. Xiaoming, is that you? Xiaoming

"I'm Yuxuan!" He wanted to call her, but what he heard was another woman's name

"sorry..." He closed his eyes and couldn't help laughing at himself. How could she call him so softly? She should hate him...