Yun'er doesn't know where he came from, and he doesn't know where he is going. Sunrise and sunset, the tide rises and falls, the wind and sand of time are changing every moment, rolling up the red dust and rolling wonderful.

In front of the Tavern in the national capital, many people gathered, both men and women, young and old, with wide eyes and looking at the same place, where a man was lying covered in blood.

"Mother, will this brother die, Xiaobao is so afraid!" A five- or six-year-old child buried his little head in his mother's arms.

"Well, Xiaobao is not afraid, this brother is performing!" A woman who still has charm hugged the child in her arms.

"Come on, young man, grandma is optimistic about you......!"

Chapter 147 of "Ten Thousand Defeated Emperors" The turmoil has stopped, and the trident is being hit in the hand, please wait a moment,

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