This mica river has returned to calm?

Face to face, there are still people in the city of Yang Hucheng, in addition to face to face, or face each other.

That's it?

"It's awful." The Huns, who were crowded in the crowd and squeezing past, immediately shouted at the sight of it.

The complexion is instantly white and white, and it is ugly.

"Fast, fast, block the gates, fast, seal..."

The commanding voice of Gao Song has not yet resounded over Yang Hucheng.

The Xiongnu coach has already seen that the city’s tall high is not the Xiongnuwang flag, but the Beiying’s flying eagle king’s flag.

The fortress, the gate of the city, is no longer the Huns.

It is the northern shepherd horse.

An iron-black armor stands on a high wall, and a superb overlooking it is not the first general of the Northern Shepherd.

The face is as gray as the dead, and the **** is like a dead wood.

Slowly looking down at the river in the calf, the Huns spurted out with a burst of blood, and the body fell backwards.

The fortress of Yang Hucheng is a solid soup.

Just such a handful of water, not attacking and breaking, not attacking and breaking.

The yellow river slowly floated in the city of Yanghucheng. The water level was very shallow and very shallow, and even the baby could not drown.

The people and soldiers of Yang Hucheng stood on the water and were stunned.

The sun shone on the deep yellow water.

The reflected look seems to be full of irony.

Gently floating in the breeze, flashing, jumping.

“Hey.” The splendid fireworks signal blasted over Yang Hucheng, releasing a beautiful color.

Standing in the foothills, the moon saw the signal of the wood, and the high-pitched outline of the mouth rose, showing a smile.

"No need to kill a soldier." Ouyang Yufei beat the palm of his hand with a fan, the smile on his face called a splendid, called an excitement.