At the beginning of the night, the high mountains and dense forests saw the moonlight spreading again. However, the forest was not as quiet as last night, and the sound of roaring and intersecting with soldiers made a concerted effort, startling the birds in the forest.

Hearing the sound of battle, Yang Xianting's heart became even more anxious, only to see him carrying a bright silver spear in his hand, and his steps towards the battlefield were a little faster. Coincidentally, not far away, I saw a stout man. The man was holding a halberd, and the moonlight reflected the beads of sweat on his forehead, and he was also in a hurry in the direction of the Guyan boulder. The man with the halberd was the one who had rescued him from the chaos before, but was scattered by the berserkers. Seeing that Han Zhonghei was unharmed, Yang Xianting's face relaxed a little, and he was overjoyed......

"Plotting the Country" Northern Xuanque Chapter 83 Yin Zhaoqing Yue Zhuoran is hitting with his hand, please wait a moment,

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