C341 White Tea with a Clear Heart

Bai Qingheng was standing in the dark. He put his hand on the crossbow and slowly put it back on.

In a trance, he thought of the arrow that had pierced his shoulder in the Morning Star Stronghold.

In the end, the Liaoning people were no match for the Western Jin army. Gradually, they began to show signs of decline, and the war was coming to an end.

Bai Qingheng slowly pulled the string