FarmingOverheadHot-bloodedKing
I am sentimental, but not sentimental. I have been a human being for two lives just to survive.
Although he traveled through time, he did not activate any golden fingers. All he had was the summary of thousands of years of ideological experience.
The wind is blowing, the horse is riding in the desert north, the sea is at my disposal, and I am the only man in the east.
How can I, a strong man, allow foreigners to be rampant? Do you dare to follow my iron hooves, trample your horse on the tent of the enemy's commander, and take the head of the enemy chief to sacrifice to the heroic spirit?
