Legend of Fu Yao

Dispersed, the black fog came back, and the four sides reached out and could not see the five fingers. Meng Fu shakes the Yuanbao adults and tries to ignite the fire. However, the black fog falls like iron, and the fire of the fire is green, except for the self. Outside his face, he couldn’t see anyone and things. Meng Fu shook the fire and slowly went forward. While he was careful, he whispered, "Babei Beiye... Ji Yu..."

No echo.

Meng Fu shakes his hand and touches it everywhere. It seems to have been empty on all sides. Since she stepped into the door of this tomb, she entered a space of different dimensions, and was instantly separated from everyone. She was alone in the unknown.

Her voice is getting nervous, no one, no response, and fighting North Field? Ji Yu? What about the Black Wind Cavalry? Where have people gone?

She shouted:

"Battle North! Fight North Field!"

The sound faintly slammed into the black fog, and then swayed back, and the room was full of echoes of "Northern Field Battle North Field Battle North Field".

Meng Fu’s hand, stretching forward and groping carefully, suddenly touched an object with a fingertip, and it was cool, wearing silk clothing, and having a certain height.

She is pleasantly surprised, calling for the subconscious, "North War..."

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"The daring to send me the throne, and then the door to the door." Translation: Digging my graves to break the grandson.