C611 Officials of the world

The winter of the nine years in Xuanwu had already arrived. In the East Liao Area, the snow that covered the sky and the earth fell down, the entire land turning silver.

The cold wind howled. Ten-odd people were galloping on their horses in the Wasteland.

As the sky darkened and the temperature became colder and colder, the faint sounds of hooves could be heard from afar.

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