C273 Little Wang and the Eight Old Turtles

Outside the wilderness, the vegetation was sparse.

Wei Qiantang, covered in dirt and dirt, sat in front of a pile of rubble. His expression was full of resentment. He was holding the broken sword that had several holes in it. He was a little depressed.

Beside him, Soong Xinji, who was dressed in ragged clothes, sat on a rock at the side