From generation to generation, soldiers were also hereditary.,Just as Wang Yanqing was at a loss, a voice suddenly came from behind, "Who is that",After an unknown amount of time, a gust of wind blew past the door, and a figure sat down in front of him. Naturally, he took what was in his hand: “The Tiger Seal Scripture It’s almost the end of the year, are you still reading this” Wang Yanqing twitched his fingers, looked up, and tried to meet his gaze with an expressionless smile: “Second Brother” 。”。