Qiao Gu was trembling, veins popped out on his hands, and he had no time to pay attention to the noise around him and the passing of the hourglass. The steam from the steamer mixed with heat waves rushed towards his face. His face was hot and his vision began to blur.
The one he loved was five steps in front of him, with a bright sword on her neck. This scene was enough to cut off all his thoughts!
"Pei Pei, I will never let you die here!" The young man held the last bit of custard in his hand and put it steadily into the steaming steamer.
The girl had already burst into tears, and the pain in her heart was worse than Ling Chi.
"Dang!" The masked warrior in white-striped armor beat the war drum mercilessly and shouted: "The time has come!"
If someone at the foot of the mountain hears the sound of the drum and looks up at the steep cliff of the 100-foot mountain, he will find that place
The ink clouds are thick and the flags are flying.