Hearing these words, Yakovlev felt a bad feeling in his heart. Just as he was about to make an excuse, a white light appeared in front of his eyes. Following the blade of the Damascus steel knife in Alexeyev's hand, it fell straight down, boom...

"People like you don't need to be judged." Alekseev sighed, then looked at the Khitan people with calm eyes, and asked curiously, "I don't know that after Russia became independent, it lost more than five million square kilometers of territory. India is bigger

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