On a snowy night, the cold wind howls all around.

The goose feathers are snowing heavily, and it is very cold, and the cold people want to cry.

Even the Tartar tribes, who have been living in the northwest, if they don't fight, they will be at home, burning wood and making fires, or simply cats and winters, and they don't get up.

Even if it's a leaky room, it's good to find something to block it, and it's better than running out and being in this ice and snow.

However, what frightened these Tartar soldiers was not cold or hunger, but a terror.

A kind of white, deep snowfield,

"Group Pet: The Tyrant's Father and Emperor Rule the World by Reading My Heart" Chapter 358 The snow is falling on the night, and the igloo is eating meat is hitting in the hand, please wait a moment,

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