Chapter 513: Sharpening the sword 7

You only need to give me the momentum. Others, there is nothing for you, waiting for the time to collect the grain.

Listening to this, Han Fei is ignorant, and the squad is so confused that Toby Wood is unable to touch his mind.
Struggling to cross the thousands of miles of grassland in ten days, and then waiting to collect food there?
The little flower that followed the moon was looking up. There was no red rain on this day, or it was said that this month was a funny show.
"I didn't wake up." Xiaoxi took three words.
Haoyue heard a look at the back of the moon, and the face of the tempering smile on the glory of the Ouyang, the sudden glory of the moon, Ouyang, flying like a smile, like a hundred flowers.
Ouyang Yufei immediately returned to a warm smile like a spring breeze, but his heart began to belch, and Haoyue actually laughed at him. Did he take the wrong medicine today?
Fast horses and whip, 500,000 soldiers and horses rushed toward the border of Aoyun.
The north wind blew, and the year is getting closer.
At this time, the proud cloud country, up and down a festive celebration.
There is no reason for it. The proud son of the proud son of the United States is going to be a relative. Although it is not a big marriage, it is just a slap in the face, but the proud cloud country is also full of joy and joy.
Although there are no guests invited to the world, but a few countries that have been familiar with have come to a number of ministers.
It is because the proud son of the prince is married alone, because the woman is the eleventh princess of the Southern Song Dynasty. Although I don’t know that with the title of Princess of the Southern Song Dynasty, it’s embarrassing that I don’t give my right to be alone, but who is called the proud country is the biggest country in this country, and one night is one of the best talents.
With the close of the year, the entire proud cloud is full of lights and is very lively.
Aoyun Palace.
Before the white hand was placed in front of Cuihu, there was no expression in the night alone. He only looked at his reflection in the lake coldly, shaking slightly and faintly.
The white snow on the lake is oppressing the branches, and the ground is silver.
The mixed white in the silver is almost completely integrated into it, so cold, so desolate, so desolate.