Li Ziyu took the thing from Uncle Fu's hand, walked to the door and took the hemp rope. The movement of getting on the horse was a little unfamiliar, but Li Ziyu was very excited, his eyes were bright, "Drive...", The horse galloped, Li Ziyu seemed to have returned to twelve years ago, in the south of the Yangtze River, in the capital, the young man was so proud and dazzling, holding Jin Huaiyu, he is Li Jin and Li Ziyu. There is a bandit gentleman, who is like sparring with each other, like polishing and polishing. There is a bandit gentleman, whose ears are gleaming, and who will be like a star. Outside the Great Wall, the strong wind howls, Li Ziyu chokes and coughs, and blood lines flow from the corners of his lips. In the rolling yellow sand, he sees an oasis in front of him, his father, mother, and mulberry clouds. It is a distorted illusion. When he reaches out his hand, it is a mirage that can never be touched.
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