The South Mu Breeze understood the brocade little stratagem, nodded to quickly go down to do things. This war is too urgent to be concerned with personal matters.Jinshao also looked down at the military map on the table, continue to study up. All across the vast Primary Colors, a point is a point. It's now or never.In this tight atmosphere, South Korea's cities are falling bit by bit. One, two, five, ten, up to the last ten, twenty. When Jinshao's steeds set foot on the South Korean capital from outside the pass, the warm march turned into a cold winter.Ao Xue Han Mei, ice million Li, blossoming silver white, dancing cold sky, Pianfei Xuan, beautiful drunk floating Junxiu. Brocade less wearing a white cloak, standing in the ice and snow, raised his hand, waiting for the cold touch.Behind her stands the brocade night seven stars and the Yu Text Hao ya, everybody in Merring's distant place, respectfully looking at the brocade little."Young Lord, Snow Big Wind is cool, go back!
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