Thirty years at the end of the Han Dynasty
"I don't dare to call Mr., my surname is Xu Mingfu, the character is straight, and I studied under Mr. Shuijing."
"The autumn wind rises and the white clouds fly, the grass and trees are yellow and the geese return to the south. After waiting here for a long time, please board the ship.
"Promise Confucianism one last thing, Wen Hou must not commit suicide after I leave! Otherwise, my father-in-law and I will not be able to rest in peace under the Nine Springs!! ”‘… I don't want my best brother to die nameless, I want your Hu Che'er's name to leave a strong mark in this history!
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"Zhu Jun! Lao Tzu has long seen that you are not pleasing to the eye, and none of you want to leave today! Let's all stay here!
"Diao Chan, the game is over, I know that my father-in-law doesn't want to kill more, you go back, for the sake of the past friendship, whether it is you, or that lady and Zhu Jun, I will not hurt ...... But! That man must die!!
"Seven Probes Snake Spear, are you Tong Yuan?!"
"When you are the number one god general in the world, you really live up to your reputation, even if the old man is young, you only have a thirty percent chance of winning."
"The virtuous nephew is right, the Central Plains is in chaos, let them fight, look at this posture, there are not more than 100 years, and there is no reason to fight! No matter how bad it is, we will go far overseas, seize Zhuya Prefecture, and establish ourselves as emperors!
"I'm sorry, Uncle Huang...... So many people died for me, I ...... You have to stab this with your own hands!
"If there is no hatred in the eyes of the sect, you don't believe that there is a white head in the world. You... It's actually Diao Chan?
"Yong, Liang, I, Cao, have been planning for nearly ten years, and I don't want to fall short...".