Fu Shuye's figure was entangled with the Taiye soldiers.

I pulled out the dagger hidden in my cuff and tried to help him.

The figures that could be grouped together flickered so fast that I could barely distinguish the target.

The palm holding the dagger was sweaty, and the five senses and six views were focused on the figure, and he didn't care about the side.

Standing in front of Fu Shuye was the elite dead soldiers, and what they were staring at was the torch snatched by Fu Shuye.

Behind Fu Shuye are the front line, the only two remaining granaries.

"Come on, why are you scared?!"

Fu Shuye hooked his hand at the Taiye Dead Soldier, and a look of arrogance that looked at the world spontaneously: "All of your leaders have been killed by the master, a few."

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