Thousands of miles away, white snow city, national celebration.

nineteen figures appeared in the hall.

"emperor, Prince is too poisoned." All from the cold face, full of murderous. Those damned bastards actually put poison on their shoulders.

Zi lengyang hugged the little ghost nervously and shouted: "Taiyi, get out of here!" The big hand touched his son's small face, heartache.

"Yang, this is not in the palace. The poison is very common. Rest assured, put the wind on the couch first. " White Mo Yi chuckles at the little devil's wound. He must be mad. He forgets that this is in white snow city, and that he is skilled in...