C908 A Storm Breeds Six Hundred and Fifty

"You are the King of the Grasslands, Red Vine?" Xin Yi was unwilling to give up. How could he so casually run into a crown prince?

"You're right, I'm the red vine that you're thinking of!" Compared to the other three countries, the Scarlet Rattan Grassland was not worth mentioning at all. However, the army of the Scarlet Rattan Grassland was fierce, and they could fight well