The darkness of the night was as miserable as the time of the funeral, and the whole of nature seemed to be dressed in mourning clothes.

The moon and the stars obscured the clouds as if they had completely disappeared, and the whole land was darkened.

In a forest outside the east gate of the Tiger Prison Pass, Zhao Yun and the others were already ready, looking at the guards on the wall of the Tiger Prison Pass were a little tired, so they whispered to everyone: "For a while, according to the original plan, no one is allowed to make a mistake, understand?" Everyone nodded, and Dian Wei was the only one there...

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