
Qingtian Little Swordsman
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The general will be brave when the enemy comes out, and the soldiers will be strong due to death. Menglun all ride suddenly, and the eagles fly with their swords. Drums and horns dominate the mountains and fields, and dragons and snakes enter the battlefield. The desert is moistened with cream, and the blade is dyed with blood. Wu Xiaobao looked at everything in front of him in confusion, wasn't I dead? So what is this place? Why does it look like an ancient battlefield? After a long time, Wu Xiaobao realized what he was doing and couldn't help but frown. Um, I understand, we have traveled through time! Well, since God has given us another chance, then I, Wu Xiaobao, will work harder and be an upright general for him. Gee, this golden armor is so majestic! But in less than five seconds, Wu Xiaobao's face suddenly became extremely ugly, and he said angrily: "Where is the knife? Where is my 40-meter sword? Why is the hand of the employer just a piece of dust?" At this time, several people knelt down around him and cried: "Father, you finally woke up. Lord Yan has died for his country. Please make up your mind whether we should fight or retreat!" "What? Father-in-law?!" Everyone nodded desperately. Wu Xiaobao fainted again. He was playing with me. Isn't my father-in-law a eunuch?
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