[This book has been completed with ninety-four chapters, and the subsequent plot will be written and published in Dragon Sky: http://www. Lkong. Net/group-399-1. Html; Zongheng ISBN 98395]
Anhan is far away, and the hometown is thousands of miles away. The green shirt and green sleeves brush away old dreams, and the loess and red dust cover up the fleeting years. Don't say anything after farewell.
Anhan is far away, and the clouds come and go. The moon falls and the stars move to nowhere, cherishing the passing years like flowers and water, winding the string with the fingers.
Anhan is far away, and there are thousands of groups of Hu cavalry. The general of Changsha's Zhiqi Banner smiled, and the remaining people looked eastward with concern, wondering when they would see the Central Plains.
Anhan is far away, and the snow is clear on the border of Western Xinjiang. The fragrance curls up from the small quilt under the secluded curtain. In my dream, I am filled with the meaning of preparation. When I wake up from the dream, I read his name.
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Even if you die a thousand times, the Yellow Turban flag will not fall. This is your destiny." System prompts.
"Even if you die without even a scum, you still have to let the Yellow Turban war flag float in the sky. This is your miserable and disappointing mission in the game. "Backend translation
Borrow your book to spread the word
Http://book. Zongheng. Com/book/86617. Html Even if you die a thousand times, the Yellow Turban flag will not fall. This is your destiny." System prompts. "Even if you die without even a scum, you still have to let the Yellow Turban war flag float in the sky. This is your miserable and disappointing mission in the game. "Backend translation