In his sleep, Zhao Zheng's consciousness fell again. "Why is it this dream again?" Zhao Zheng seemed to be used to the same dream every day, but this time his consciousness shifted again. Accompanied by the roar of the mecha, Zhao Zheng stood in the center of the main entrance of the Qin Palace. The moment he opened his eyes, the mecha stood under the palace, with the mechanical Changge in his hand emitting bursts of cold light. Qin Yin Mi Mi ~ How can I say that I have no clothes? Be in the same robe as your son. The king raised his army, repaired my sword and spear, and shared the same enemy with me!
