"Shen Handu, how can you use me as a living person to exchange for the mistakes she made!" There was sand in the wind, but there were no soldiers from the country in the military tent with mottled light and shadow. The envoys escorting Jing Guyuan watched in astonishment as the soldiers wearing Xiangyun armor knelt down in the direction of the military advisor to "respect Princess Feng Yuan"... When we met again, the entire Luo Jing was covered with ten feet of soft red, and the people were all happy. She went upstream in the long river of memory and returned to Shen Handu as an old friend, already covered with wounds...
