C185 Escape

Even I was drunk, such a beautiful star and moon, with a cold and harsh smell in the wind, this is the Great Liao, the bright mountain water, clean and clean, unlike Qin Huai's soft and sentimental, misty and light.

He walked very slowly and quietly, and only after a long time did he return to the barracks.

Torches were lit there, and men and women were laughing, coming and going