Who has not died in life since ancient times, or heavier than Mount Tai, or lighter than Hongmao, the general won the horse leather shroud in a hundred battles, and the Wenchen Dashi mouth-criticized the pen and wrote to leave a name in history, and the royal nobles were more or less brilliant in the spring and autumn, and the peddlers were old and old, just like the autumn cicada no one knows.

Lao Hei finally felt that death was a very easy thing, it was difficult to live, if he hadn't been obsessed with it all these years, he would have died of old age in the mountains and forests.

At this time, he held the bag in his hand and followed the prisoner car from a distance, looking at the proud figure in the prisoner car, but he thought in his heart that he had also seen such a dangerous and ...

"Tang Master" Chapter 243 The Zoroastrian Divine Son is being reborn in the fire, please wait a moment,

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