Mu Shiyi opened her eyes and looked at him quietly. From his face, she could feel the helplessness and confusion of the soldiers." Xiaobei is not my name, but my northern tribe."
"Before he left, his father was the only one left in the family. His body was not good and no one took care of him. He died of illness last year."
Despairing roars rang out from outside. There were Turks and Northern Qi. Regardless of which side, they were all living people.
"We nomadic tribes have been riding horses and herding sheep for a living. Where water and grass are abundant, it is our home. "However, in recent years, there has been a continuous drought, and cattle and sheep have died. We can only choose to expand the area of the land. Northern Qi is the best target."
"After doing so much, we only want
