C3469 The Age of Warring States(7)

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The spear in his hand, oh my!

Sword shining, drink!

Look at my brother, heh heh!

He strode towards the smoke of the beacon …

Sprinkle my blood, yo!

Cast my sword, drink!

Rushing up to the Ninth Heaven, heh heh!

Give me back the Blue Heaven Shine for ten thousand generations...

The war song was passionate, tragic, and full of power.

With the war song being sung