It's easy to be cold in autumn and not be able to go home. I say goodbye to Westerners without meeting each other.
The prosperous city is gone and the city is alone, and the leaves in the east of the city are no longer needed.
As the sun set in Fancheng, Ji Liao used his sword to carve this poem on the wall behind the east gate of Fancheng outside the Nianxiu Temple outside the east gate of Fancheng. He looked back at Fancheng again. The lone leaf fell in the wind and fell on his cheek. He felt the wind and felt him even more like the fallen leaves in front of him. At this time, countless black shadows flashed in the maple forest.
"It came so fast," Ji Liao said, waving his sword and taking a step.
"Stop talking nonsense and suffer death," Long Benwei scolded, and then countless arrows attacked...
