"Oh, holding a meeting?" Zhao Changhe happily leaned beside Huangfu Qing to look at the map: "Have you found the main force of Vulture Hunting Teeth and are discussing how to fight them?"
The generals in the tent all turned their heads, but the Divine Hall shamans quickly prostrated themselves on the ground, all bowing.
The figure carrying the head of the Heavenly God to the altar left too deep a psychological shadow on them.
Huangfu Qing looked at them, gritting his teeth even harder, his voice seemed to be squeezed out through his teeth: "In this freezing cold weather, King Zhao is newly married, why don't you stay in bed for three more days?"
