Like glue and paint, two hot pieces are fit together, and the two are entangled.

Life is like a journey against the road, and I am also a traveler.

Today, he couldn't help but start his journey.

He hesitated in front of the mountains and steep mountains.

The wind blows in the mountains and canyons, like the smell of salt water soaked in pineapples.

He went alone, walking to Shuiqiong without any rush or slow down.

A moan came from his ears, and what he saw in his eyes was the empress frowning and biting her lips.

Sorrowful and gentle and tender.

The empress's voice, which was originally full of dominance, became soft and gentle, just a moan, without too much teasing, but was charming and charming, instantly igniting Zhao Wujiang's desire.

Zhao Wujiang did not sing loudly. He gently smoothed the empress's frown brows, stared at the shaking autumn water in the empress's eyes, gradually turning into spring water.

How quiet the water is.

The empress's red lips were polished with silver teeth, her eyebrows were pitying, and she did not dare to hum loudly, for fear of shocking the outsiders.

Zhao Wujiang didn't know where to start, but went deeper.

In ancient times, Wu Song beat a mountain tiger while drunk, but now he has no boundary love to kill a white tiger.

With bare hands and empty fists, the stick technique is like a gun, it comes out like a dragon, and drives straight in.

Half an hour later, he returned victoriously.

The empress is ashamed, and time passes by.

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The battle situation that wanted to overwhelm the camel's last straw and to accelerate the decline of the world finally broke out.

Unlike some scheming officials in the Daxia temple, this war was not the Miaojiang and the northern grasslands that were first to be promoted, but the Japanese outside the East China Sea.

It was not the invasion of Daxia from all directions that they expected, but more of the rapid collapse of Daxia.

The world has always been different from the temple, with all kinds of freedoms and different rules.

The world, not long after the Japanese invasion of the East China Sea invaded the East of Daxia, a turmoil broke out.

At first, it was just a powerful man who was blocked by someone from the world to reinforce.

Now, it has turned into a fight.

Burning, killing, robbing, doing everything evil, as if the world has really come to an end, everyone is in danger and seeking their own interests.

But only a few people know that most of the strong men who burned, killed and robbed were from outside this world. What they did was just to be ordered to destroy Daxia from the inside, so that the people of Daxia would live in poverty and eliminate all the energy of Daxia.

This turmoil was like wildfire burning the autumn forests. The more it burned, the more prosperous it became, and the fire spread rapidly.

It’s not that no one has ever thought of stopping it, but it’s all helpless.

Although not many people are causing unrest, too many people remain silent, too many families choose to close and protect themselves, and some righteous knights are bombarded with powerful force.

As the turmoil in the rivers and lakes of Daxia became more and more intense, Jubei City, the northern border of Daxia, also ushered in a strong enemy from the grassland royal court.

Tens of thousands of powerful snow wolf and warriors were stationed outside Jubei City and continued to rush towards Jubei City.

Strangely, there were not many people rushing to kill, and most of them were just ready to go.

The people from the grassland royal court seemed to be waiting for something.

Waiting for an opportunity, waiting for an order, or waiting for the awakening of an existence, will overturn Daxia together.

The southern border of Daxia, Tiannan Pass.

On the city wall.

Xiao Yuanshan was solemnly watching the vast Miaojiang Gu that gathered outside the pass.

There are snakes, insects, rats and ants, and there are birds and animals.

There are also Miaojiang people who regard themselves as Gu.
Chapter completed!