A little red, a bit yellow, a bit purple, a bit blue, a bit green...

Colorful intertwined, dazzling.

A shout of the sky, the goshawk of the height of the kilometer suddenly swooped down, and flew down toward the grassland below.

That is, it is here.

Seeing this in the back of the madness, the heart is tightly raised.

All the hands are sweating for a moment, I don’t know if it’s nervous, it’s excitement, it’s a fear, I can’t say it.

Looking around, there was a tall grass in front, blocking everything, and extending everything.

That person, she will see it soon.

Is Xuanyuan Che or other people?

The five fingers are deeply detained into the palm of your hand. The heart of Haoyue has been chaotic, biting your teeth, and suddenly the moon is slamming and slamming. The horse is eating pain, and it is shot like a fly.

Already here, no matter who is in front, she has to know what to do.

The eagle flies.

Just on the grassland ahead, in a green and blue, a carriage is coming at speed.

A dozen or so people ran around in front and back, and the carriage that looked like a normal car was surrounded or protected.

The goshawk at the top of the head flew down, and the man driving the car saw this and reached out, and the goshawk immediately stopped on his arm.

The man quickly took the message and turned it back to the man in the carriage.

"All the way up? What does this mean?" A strange voice rang in the carriage, which sounded unbelievable.

"Well?" In this strange voice, a low nose rang.

"One day, tomorrow's 500,000 troops will be attacked by Yang Hucheng." The strange voice explained that he handed the message to another person half-sleeping in the carriage.

A faint sweep of the information in front of the eyes, the man slowly closed his eyes.

Half-sounding, suddenly revealed a smile, very light, but the evil eyes of the chaos, gentle people make people fight.