The wind and sand are dark yellow, and the blood mist fills the air.
I no longer know where I am at this moment. It is impossible to live without hatred.
In the end, he became a pawn sacrificed by his country.
What can be said? It is impossible for a civil servant to restore the destruction of the country by his own efforts.
But, after all, I didn't have the time to look at that person, even once, before I died. He Yu, he must hate himself after all.
If the country is gone, then die as a loyal minister should.
If there is a next life, I just hope that we will never know each other.
That's really
Very good.
Conflicting imperial attack? ? Feeling cool and cold? ?
He ends... So I can't write a happy novel...