The preparatory master was confused, but soon nodded in agreement: "I have thought about it if I say this. However, compared with this world, I like more of such dreams."

"Aren't you afraid it's fake?" Yuan Zhao asked.

"Whatever it is true or false."

The preparatory shaking his head and answered without hesitation: "As long as what we do is right, isn't that all?"

As he said that, he couldn't help laughing, so happy.

Looking at his smile, Yuan Zhao was stunned for a moment and laughed.

"What's wrong?" asked the preparatory maker.

"No, nothing."

The young man shook his head, covered his mask, and once again, got up from the rig, stretched his five fingers, clenched into a fist, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Thank you!"

In this way, he stood up and moved forward again.

Pass through the gates and camps, and walk to the battlefield that is getting closer and closer in the distance, and the Holy Capital shrouded in smoke and fire.

Just behind him, one after another of the armored knights who had been prepared stood up and followed him to collect their own weapons and ammunition.

Again, assemble into an array.

"Let's go, everyone."

The original photo turned around and looked at his friends.

Again, he carried his own iron spear to break the formation.

He said, "Let's go and give the world a little color."

The response to him was a uniform Huhe.

It was like laughter, and the roar and howl.
Chapter completed!