Fifty miles, it is said that it is not far away, but it is not close.

However, it was impossible for Yang Shuang to risk unknown dangers and walk through the mountains overnight.

After thinking about it, he suddenly remembered that the slaves of the Yantuo tribe had said that there were 2,000 barbarian soldiers marching west early yesterday morning, and it seemed that they were preparing to sack another tribe!

Calculating the distance and time, it seems that it is just right to deal with what Slave Sixteen said.

"Put out the bonfire, put the whole army on alert, and when it gets dark, set up an ambush as you go!"

"Yes, General!"

There is something in the pants, Yang Shuang naturally will not lie down and let Yang Awu look for the dragon stick, he casually found a reason to fool around, and then found a place where no one was there and began to clean up.

It was late at night, and in the silence of darkness, there was a faint burst of very mournful, unclear bass.

"Guy who doesn't fight!"

"It's a shame!"

"Cut! Cut !! ”

After looking around suspiciously, and after not finding the source of the sound, they couldn't help but think of the ghosts and strange stories that the old shaman talked about when he was still alive in the tribe, and all of them were wrapped tightly in sheepskin and bedding again.

And Yang Awu, who was trembling and unable to sleep, was pale with fright, reached out and touched the surroundings, and muttered: "Strange, where is Uncle Wang's stick hidden?!" ”

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Half an hour later, the following was corrected.

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Fifty miles, it is said that it is not far away, but it is not close.

However, it was impossible for Yang Shuang to risk unknown dangers and walk through the mountains overnight.

After thinking about it, he suddenly remembered that the slaves of the Yantuo tribe had said that there were 2,000 barbarian soldiers marching west early yesterday morning, and it seemed that they were preparing to sack another tribe!

Calculating the distance and time, it seems that it is just right to deal with what Slave Sixteen said.

"Put out the bonfire, put the whole army on alert, and when it gets dark, set up an ambush as you go!"

"Yes, General!"

There is something in the pants, Yang Shuang naturally will not lie down and let Yang Awu look for the dragon stick, he casually found a reason to fool around, and then found a place where no one was there and began to clean up.

It was late at night, and in the silence of darkness, there was a faint burst of very mournful, unclear bass.

"Guy who doesn't fight!"

"It's a shame!"

"Cut! Cut !! ”

After looking around suspiciously, and after not finding the source of the sound, they couldn't help but think of the ghosts and strange stories that the old shaman talked about when he was still alive in the tribe, and all of them were wrapped tightly in sheepskin and bedding again.

And Yang Awu, who was trembling and unable to sleep, was pale with fright, reached out and touched the surroundings, and muttered: "Strange, where is Uncle Wang's stick hidden?!" ”

Fifty miles, it is said that it is not far away, but it is not close.

However, it was impossible for Yang Shuang to risk unknown dangers and walk through the mountains overnight.

After thinking about it, he suddenly remembered that the slaves of the Yantuo tribe had said that there were 2,000 barbarian soldiers marching west early yesterday morning, and it seemed that they were preparing to sack another tribe!

Calculating the distance and time, it seems that it is just right to deal with what Slave Sixteen said.

"Put out the bonfire, put the whole army on alert, and when it gets dark, set up an ambush as you go!"

"Yes, General!"

There is something in the pants, Yang Shuang naturally will not lie down and let Yang Awu look for the dragon stick, he casually found a reason to fool around, and then found a place where no one was there and began to clean up.

It was late at night, and in the silence of darkness, there was a faint burst of very mournful, unclear bass.

"Guy who doesn't fight!"

"It's a shame!"

"Cut! Cut !! ”

After looking around suspiciously, and after not finding the source of the sound, they couldn't help but think of the ghosts and strange stories that the old shaman talked about when he was still alive in the tribe, and all of them were wrapped tightly in sheepskin and bedding again.

And Yang Awu, who was trembling and unable to sleep, was pale with fright, reached out and touched the surroundings, and muttered: "Strange, where is Uncle Wang's stick hidden?!" ”

Fifty miles, it is said that it is not far away, but it is not close.

However, it was impossible for Yang Shuang to risk unknown dangers and walk through the mountains overnight.

After thinking about it, he suddenly remembered that the slaves of the Yantuo tribe had said that there were 2,000 barbarian soldiers marching west early yesterday morning, and it seemed that they were preparing to sack another tribe!

Calculating the distance and time, it seems that it is just right to deal with what Slave Sixteen said.

"Put out the bonfire, put the whole army on alert, and when it gets dark, set up an ambush as you go!"

"Yes, General!"

There is something in the pants, Yang Shuang naturally will not lie down and let Yang Awu look for the dragon stick, he casually found a reason to fool around, and then found a place where no one was there and began to clean up.

It was late at night, and in the silence of darkness, there was a faint burst of very mournful, unclear bass.

"Guy who doesn't fight!"

"It's a shame!"

"Cut! Cut !! ”

After looking around suspiciously, and after not finding the source of the sound, they couldn't help but think of the ghosts and strange stories that the old shaman talked about when he was still alive in the tribe, and all of them were wrapped tightly in sheepskin and bedding again.

And Yang Awu, who was trembling and unable to sleep, was pale with fright, reached out and touched the surroundings, and muttered: "Strange, where is Uncle Wang's stick hidden?!" ”

Fifty miles, it is said that it is not far away, but it is not close.

However, it was impossible for Yang Shuang to risk unknown dangers and walk through the mountains overnight.

After thinking about it, he suddenly remembered that the slaves of the Yantuo tribe had said that there were 2,000 barbarian soldiers marching west early yesterday morning, and it seemed that they were preparing to sack another tribe!

Calculating the distance and time, it seems that it is just right to deal with what Slave Sixteen said.

"Put out the bonfire, put the whole army on alert, and when it gets dark, set up an ambush as you go!"

"Yes, General!"

There is something in the pants, Yang Shuang naturally will not lie down and let Yang Awu look for the dragon stick, he casually found a reason to fool around, and then found a place where no one was there and began to clean up.

It was late at night, and in the silence of darkness, there was a faint burst of very mournful, unclear bass.

"Guy who doesn't fight!"

"It's a shame!"

"Cut! Cut !! ”

After looking around suspiciously, and after not finding the source of the sound, they couldn't help but think of the ghosts and strange stories that the old shaman talked about when he was still alive in the tribe, and all of them were wrapped tightly in sheepskin and bedding again.

And Yang Awu, who was trembling and unable to sleep, was pale with fright, reached out and touched the surroundings, and muttered: "Strange, where is Uncle Wang's stick hidden?!" ”

Fifty miles, it is said that it is not far away, but it is not close.

However, it was impossible for Yang Shuang to risk unknown dangers and walk through the mountains overnight.

After thinking about it, he suddenly remembered that the slaves of the Yantuo tribe had said that there were 2,000 barbarian soldiers marching west early yesterday morning, and it seemed that they were preparing to sack another tribe!

Calculating the distance and time, it seems that it is just right to deal with what Slave Sixteen said.

"Put out the bonfire, put the whole army on alert, and when it gets dark, set up an ambush as you go!"

"Yes, General!"

There is something in the pants, Yang Shuang naturally will not lie down and let Yang Awu look for the dragon stick, he casually found a reason to fool around, and then found a place where no one was there and began to clean up.

It was late at night, and in the silence of darkness, there was a faint burst of very mournful, unclear bass.

"Guy who doesn't fight!"

"It's a shame!"

"Cut! Cut !! ”

After looking around suspiciously, and after not finding the source of the sound, they couldn't help but think of the ghosts and strange stories that the old shaman talked about when he was still alive in the tribe, and all of them were wrapped tightly in sheepskin and bedding again.

And Yang Awu, who was trembling and unable to sleep, was pale with fright, reached out and touched the surroundings, and muttered: "Strange, where is Uncle Wang's stick hidden?!" ”