A master at the peak of the late celestial pole died so unwillingly that after his death, a pair of eyes still stared straight at the sky without closing his eyes.,A Le stared at Zhang Ruochen, looked at the blood on his hands, showed a stiff smile, and said, "you have changed a lot in the past two years. As far as I remember, two years ago, you wouldn't have been in trouble. ",the city of death is inhabited by troops from more than a dozen counties and states, and there are as many as a million sergeants.。