When I saw the snow and ice condensing in the air, I saw a picture: in the mature hair season of Linggu, I saw the Golden Harvest color. In the middle of the golden sea, there was a straight dirt road, slowly walking in a row of motorcades. On the top of the motorcade, there was a bright shadow girl, singing with a sword

"many years have passed, but many scenes seem to be just yesterday." Ye Kong sighed sadly, and raised his hand to touch the frozen head of snow. Ye Kong felt it was the same as his little sister. Then he asked, "how is your brother now...