Ten days ago, Tai City fell. At this moment, the city was devastated and wailing was heard everywhere. Thinking that this grand southern imperial capital was ruined like this by eight thousand rebels, Yan Xiang felt hatred and sadness in his heart. Xiao Ziluo He cried: "You are a great hero, save my father and save the people of the world." Yan Xiang thought to himself that there were as many as 300,000 soldiers of King Qin near Taicheng, but they were allowed to be bullied by thieves. In the hands of these short-sighted people, this beam will not be saved, but the people of the world will suffer. After speaking, he took Xiao Ziluo's hand and said: "The situation is over, let's go." Xiao Ziluo wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, "Well ." With a cry, he stood at the top of the city and bowed to the south. When Yan Xiang saw that her forehead was bleeding, he couldn't bear it and turned around. Even though he had always been aloof, he couldn't help but feel sad when he saw this scene of national subjugation and sighed. There are four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasty, and there are many towers in the mist.