Hanshanhe nodded with a smile.

Qiu Jianhan snorted and turned his head away; Leng Daoyin rolled his eyes, but ignored it.

I have suffered losses on this bastard on the battlefield for decades. What else can I take care of when I look after it? What's more, after today, there may be another battle, which will be launched from this person again.

Han Shanhe smiled: "The two heroes of swords... are still so straightforward."

Qiu Jianhan and Leng Daoyin clearly heard that the "two heroes of swords" in the mouth of Hanshanhe River were definitely not heroes, and ten percent of them were bears. I immediately turned my head on the black line of my head and said, "Hanshanhe, I'm drunk to death today!"

Han Shanhe shrugged his shoulders, stroked his hands and smiled indifferently: "I'm so scared."

Leng Daoyin made her stomach hurt and she was breathing heavily.

"Today I am the master of ceremonies and have a great responsibility. I will not be angry with you, the old guy." Qiu Jianhan's face was like a heavy date.

Next to him, several old generals from the three empires looked over gloating: "It's really a long time since I saw you two bears with swords and swords. Their style is more prosperous and they deserve their reputation..."

If this is not counted as the first half of the sentence, it is naturally a good thing, but if it comes to the first half, it is even more heartbreaking!

Qiu Jianhan suddenly stood up, his momentum was unprecedentedly strong, and the three old men were immediately scared to retreat.
Chapter completed!