The sun sets, the moon rises, the moon sets and the sun rises.

A day and night, quietly buried in the long river of history.

I don't know what is happening in this day, in this chaotic world, in other places.

Is it a battlefield fight? Or is it singing and dancing? Or is it a case of suicide? Or is it a leisurely pastoral guardian of the prosperity of the world? Anyway, none of this has anything to do with Zhang Han, who is playing against Zhou Gong.

This night, Zhang Han slept in the dark, unusually calm. The cells of the whole body seem to have fallen into a dormant state, and they are trying their best to recover the wear and tear of the body that has been extremely overdrawn in the past three days.

In the morning, the sky was getting brighter, and the soldiers woke Zhang Han up according to the instructions of last night. Zhang Han opened his sleepy eyes,......

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