There has been no large-scale war among the seven major states on the mainland for many years, only a small fight to recover the surrounding subordinate small country wars.
Now Chen Guodu and Zhao Guodu have sent troops to guard the border connected with his Tianchen. They are covetous and have evil intentions.
Xuanyuan Yi's face was serious and frowned without speaking.
At this time, the first general Murong Wudi is not there. Although Murong's family is still there, how can it be compared with Murong Wudi.
Fei Chenglie, the second general, was a spy. He ran back to the later Jin Dynasty.
His best son xuanyuanche is not here. If he is in the surrounding countries of Chen and Zhao, he dares to have any idea.
Now, they are the generals who can see his Tianchen's hand without a hand. They look at each other and show their ferocity.
"Your Majesty, what shall I do now?" Chen Guifei, no, empress Chen, asked with an ugly face.
"The only way to do this is to wait and see the changes and send troops..."
"It's too late to wait for others to come and swallow the sky." Xuanyuanyi's words haven't been finished, and Ryukyu, who hasn't made a sound, suddenly sinks.
As soon as this statement comes out, xuanyuanyi, Youxiang and empress Chen are all surprised to see Ryukyu.
"I don't know how to fight, Liuchuan, chensi and Zhoucheng. They know that xuanyuanche is not here. I will guard this day for him." Cold and resolute, with unquestionable firmness.
Xuanyuan Yidun when a Leng, fixed to look at the moon, she means.
Shua stood up, and Ryukyu turned his head and walked out of the temple: "it belongs to xuanyuanche. Before he comes back, no one can move, no one can move."
As determined as iron, her xuanyuanche is not there. Then she will come, xuanyuanche's mountains and rivers. She must guard everything for him. When xuanyuanche is not allowed to come back, she will face the scene of a country breaking mountains and rivers.
The petite figure, in the light of summer, is pulled very long, very long.
Not tall, but absolutely intimidating.
Summer is hot, but not the heat of this heart.
The sky is blue as the sea, and the white clouds are floating, so beautiful, so good.