Descent of the Phoenix

Under the golden light, the Northern Shepherd Wangqi flew high above the Huns.

Since then, there have been no more Huns.

The rise and fall of the Xiongnu dynasty has been turned over, and the whole grassland is no longer the same as the three males, but a single.

The autumn winds fly and the grasslands are unified.

The night is falling, and the autumn is high.

The stars of the hustle and bustle are more brilliant and enchanting under the night sky.

The bright and shining light of the stars scatters from the sky and shines on the mountains and rivers below. The beauty is like a dream.

The palace of the Huns.

No longer dead in these days, the Xiongnu Palace at this time has returned to anger.

However, its owner is not a Huns, but a moon.

Moonlight night, the Xiongnu Palace is in full swing.

An Sifang, the entire army.

Followed by Haoyue, who entered the Xiongnu Royal Palace, Li Kuo, Han Fei, and other people who were busy with their feet, and each went their own way.

In comparison, Regent Wang Haoyue is the one with the least things.

Standing on the steps of the palace of the Huns, Haoyue played with the wine glass in his hand, looked up at the sky, and the moon of today is exceptionally round.

The corner of the mouth outlines a bright smile, and Haoyue turns his head and raises the cup to the side of Xuanyuan.

Xuanyuan Che saw a smile on his face and raised his glass in the moon.

"Hey." The crisp crash sounded like a moonlight night, so beautiful.

“Celebrate our first step of success.” Drinking a glass of wine in one bite, the moon is shining brightly toward Xuanyuan.

"Congratulations to us." Xuanyuan Che smiled and toasted.

Success, the first step, unified grassland.

They have already done it, the Xianbei 17th Nationality has been destroyed, the Xiongnu surrender surrendered, and the sporadic small forces on other grasslands have no need to care.