"Go around the direction." After a brief indulgence, the moon sighed.

Turn around and go back, no, who knows that the wolves are still not behind.

They walked in the same direction and never touched them.

"Okay, then go that side..."

"Oh..." Ouyang Yufei’s words haven’t finished yet, and in the distance, a wolf burst through the sky and it’s coming.

The face sinks into the water, and the moon blinks.

Ouyang Yufei reached out and touched his forehead, and turned a white eye in the sky: "Heaven, who can tell me, how do they tell us that we are not dead? How much vengeance?"

"Revenge than you." Haoyue calmed his face.

The wolf does not know whether it is genetic or instinct for those who kill them. It is really not a mistake, and it is not dead.

Listening to the words of Haoyue, Ouyang pumped at the corner of Feifei.

"What do we do now? Have we been running on this grassland?"

Ouyang Yu Fei looked at the vast grassland in front of him, the black line, when is this a head.

When Haoyue listened to Ouyang Yufei’s words, he did not answer the first time. Only those cold eyes looked at the Qingbi grassland in front, and the light flashed.

"Can you remember what they said?"

The cold voice and the cold, very sudden, very arrogant.

After Ouyang Yufei glimpsed a little, his eyes turned and he felt his squat, and his face rose and he felt an unpredictable and deep contemplation.

"You mean that the turn of the head to the west, the king's account of the Xiongnu?"

This is what the Xiongnu soldiers and horses just said.

In the darkness of the dark eyes, there was a murderous murderous murderousness. The cold moon said: "Where is the main account of the Xiongnu?"

Ouyang Yufei heard, the slightly crawling back slowly straightened up, and the corner of his mouth outlined a sinister smile.

"West."