C1882 I Am Shen Yin Bing

Lou Lan and his guards continued to rush out from the tunnel.

There were also countless guards who died miserable deaths.

Life, at this moment, was like a blooming epiphyllum that had already withered away as soon as it bloomed.

The wounds on Tuoba Qianjun's body were bleeding and his heart was also bleeding. However, most of it was filled with an unspeakable bitterness