Xiao Weicheng heaved a sigh and he looked at the corpses on the snow with disappointment. He closed his eyes and said: " This place is remote and inaccessible, for the time being...just bury the bodies here; Come out and bury them. It was a matter of time before this day came! "
"But my king, we should never let Mei Xueyan off like this!" The old man with the white beard bit his teeth and his eyes started shedding tears. With resentment on his face, he said: " King Xiao...the bones of our comrades are not cold…"
