Autumn is kneaded in the wind, it is cold, melted in the rain, it is biting cold, and when it falls on the knife, it is cold and bitter.

I saw Hu Dabeard holding double knives, and when he was swinging forward, he realized that a little beggar was cowering in the grass. The knife was swift, and Hu Dabeard had the heart to stop it, but he was weak and it was too late. The continuous autumn rain had already made the little beggar's eyes hazy, but the flickering cold light on the double knives made the little boy tremble, and the whole person collapsed to the ground, just struggling with his legs in vain, but he did not retreat for half a minute. Seeing that Hu Dabeard's hand was falling with a knife, he was about to cut the little beggar into two pieces.

Li Anmin finally moved, because he was hearing ......

Chapter 80 of "Plotting the Country" Young Feng Yi is hitting in his hand, please wait a moment,

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