Dongfang Dawn raised the corners of her lips slightly, but she didn't know what kind of sweet dream she had.
Little did he know that someone was coming and coming back.[
There was only the gentle candlelight, the half-plate of apples and the half-plate of snacks exuding the delicate fragrance.
Silently witnessing the past that happened in this room, witnessing the nostalgic and helpless gaze of the black shadow looking toward the dawn in the east.
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Outside Wangguan Town.
The light green figure floated down from the cliff and landed outside the camp of Wangguan Town, which was in a mess.
With a face as elegant and elegant as a meticulous painting, on the back, there is a guqin in a piano bag.
It was Qiu Shuihan who Dongfang Dawn sent Shi Jingtian and others to look for.
His eyes passed over the valley where corpses were strewn everywhere, and then he landed on the Wangguan Town camp, which was flickering with fire but no one could be seen.
There was doubt in Qiu Shui's eyes as cold as autumn water.
His ears caught a faint sound in the distance, and when he moved, he was already outside a broken tent with a dim light.
A timid voice came from the tent, and immediately after, a figure walked out shivering, begging for mercy.
"What happened?!"
He grabbed the man's collar and asked in a cold voice.
This man was originally a soldier under Beimang, so he naturally recognized Qiu Shuihan.
When she saw it was him, the look of fear on her face faded away.
The soldier took a deep breath, calmed down, and then replied with a trembling voice.[
"Military advisor, something happened. Our 100,000-strong army was completely destroyed, and His Highness the Prince was also captured by Ximen Yehan!"
"What?!"
Qiu Shuihan's grip on his clothes tightened suddenly, almost lifting him off the ground.