At the same time, on the Jinzhong Plateau, a team of flying horses was galloping towards Yunzhou-

The person at the head wore a deep scarf, and a pair of narrow phoenix eyes full of wind and frost but calm and wise looked at the vast snow line ahead.

The rider beside him had the same shape of narrow phoenix eyes, but the content of the eyes was different.

Guo Shaozhi held the reins and looked sideways at his father, who was more than half a hundred years old, with a slight incomprehension and resentment flashing in his eyes.

"You see it as the Father

"Wuling Chunshao" 212 Riding alone is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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