how a stallion is made

"Eight Sage King, if you dare to leave, I will send the things left by the Great Shaman to Luochuan Water."

Tantai Shuhe was stunned because it was the corpse of the Black Death.

"Actually, I'm not needed in this war. I've done everything I can."

"The prince is not curious why the Huns chose to start the war at that time?"

Tantai Shuhe smiled: "The Xiongnu cannot stay in the Central Plains forever. Your great shaman is also very clear about this. Even if the soldiers of my Weiyang Dynasty die, there are still nine surnames in the fairyland. Sit and watch."

"They're sitting idly by now."

"Oh, that's because they want to be smart fishermen. There must be someone in the immortal way behind you, right? Otherwise, I really can't see what special significance this war has for you."

"...Your Highness is very smart, but we Huns will not betray our allies."

Tantai Shuohe was tortured in a pan of oil, and he really almost lost the will to live.

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