Chapter 1033： I am willful (1) (1/2)

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The monsoon smoke flag is over, the Huaxia country is up and down the country, and the people in the heavenly city are known to have destroyed the twenty-five exterminations under the heroic heroes. After the feat of retreating 200,000 troops, they are full of blood and emotions. Rao is the number of Huaxia countries, but the number of people in the present is only 20,000, but their high emotions have not rushed out of the valley to kill the Fuxi country.

When the people of Huaxia State learned about the intention of the Fuxi State attack, they repeatedly loyal to the monsoon smoke meter, each sharpened their heads, and sprinkled blood for the country to kill the foreign invaders.

The result was all swayed by the monsoon smoke, saying only that he would settle everything.

Everyone had some worries before, but now... they realized that they didn’t go to the war to be right, they just went, and they only got in the way.

Their Queen, strong and trembling!

”You put those who have died in the world?” After Akasaka returned to the heaven city, he met the monsoon smoke together with Gong Zhengyu.

The monsoon smoke shot never merciless, and the trick was five thunders, causing countless deaths and injuries. He thought that the monsoon smoke would kill the grass and remove the roots, but unexpectedly, the monsoon smoke had let go of the twenty-five deceased.

For the retreat of the Fuxi State army, Akasaka is very understanding of the war. After all, the poor and the chasing, the Huaxia country can now guard the Xiaoyao Valley against any fighting, but once it leaves the Xiaoyao Valley and pursues the field, it is absolutely fatal. .

However, for the monsoon smoke to let go of those who have died, Akasaka does not understand it. In the battle he has experienced, he has to kill the opponent's generals in order to curb the opponent's counterattack to the maximum extent, but the monsoon smoke this method. However, it is beyond the expectation of Akasaka.

The monsoon smoked and smiled at the red-faced doubtful face, half-truth and falsehood: ”I am willful.”

”...” Akasaka almost didn't have a blood spit out.