These two not-so-powerful tribes needed to share one source of water most of the year, so Bai Xiaojing's relationship with the water flowed into the blood of the two tribes. This kind of verbal abuse during one's spare time, but at the crucial moment, Bai Xiaojing could call it a small-scale contradiction.
She was very envious of the occasional violence between men and the constant friendship between them, and she was eager to have it.
"I once read a line, 'Beauty is intoxicated in the arms of a king', but I don't want to do that. It's like I can't stand straight without a man's support." Bai Xiaojing grabbed the medal she snatched from a caravan with her hand.
According to the weapons merchant's introduction, this badge was the symbol of the Shang Jing.
Then she looked at the horizon
