Is there any room for choice?

"I tell you, I am not so patient, I have not heard the answer tomorrow, you will wait and see."

The icy voice echoed in the main hall of the Imperial Palace of the Snow, with a decisive anger, and with a little anger, anger, yes, it was anger.

******, isn't it just because you don't want to be sad?

It’s true that I have buried such a scourge for myself.

Xuanyuan vomited blood, and walked out of the hall with a cold face.

"why?"

Seeing Xuanyuan’s step, he would step out of the hall and face his cloud call, suddenly speaking.

why? Why give him this attitude, why?

Looking up at the blue sky in front of the eyes, Xuanyuan Che has been indulging for a moment, slowly said: "Because I admit that Snow Shengguo lost, not you lost."

Because I admit that the Snow Country lost, not you lost.

A faint word spreads through the empty hall with the sudden autumn wind.

Yun Zhao’s eyes were red and bloody, and the calm face that had never had an expression began to break down bit by bit.

He did not lose.

It’s Snow’s defeat, not him.

"Ha ha ha..." As soon as he looked up, Yun Zhao suddenly burst into laughter.

There was too much grief in the laughter, too much guilty, too many injuries, too many grievances, too many times, and too many emotions mixed in.

The man shed tears and fell down in the laughter.

Without looking back at Yun Zhao, Xuanyuan Che strode out.

This world has never been fair.

Autumn is a sorrowful but mature.

The curtain is breezy, who is ruthless in autumn.

Jin Guangfei dances, Panlong ascends to heaven.

The national temple sacrifices, the dynasty is still heaven.

In the sunshine of the Wanzhang, a cloud call of a pale yellow robes, in front of the National Temple, signed a return book with Tianchen Wangxuan.

Won the snow holy country jade.

"Fengtian carrier, the emperor, the snow sacred to open the country in 371 years, after twenty-three generations of emperors, today, the widows face the invasion of foreign enemies, can not keep the snow holy land, can not protect the snow Shengli people, how incompetent.

The widows are against the ancestors of the ancestors, and they are against the people of the snow.