Wuhu does not mess with China: the white horse general of the Three Kingdoms!
In the first year of Jin Jianxing, the surviving descendants of the Gongsun clan in Liaodong looked at the many alien races that ravaged the land of China.
Looking at the countless spiritual positions that he had secretly hidden, he thought about the great achievements of the ancestors and ancestors recorded in the family.
In the end, he closed his eyes with hatred.
When the spirit returned to its place again, it suddenly opened its eyes, only to find itself in a small hall.
There was also the sound of reading aloud around.
And beside him, there are two more people who look quite majestic.
"Ah Zhu, you just seem to have Jinjin jade liquid flowing down."
"Xuande, what do you call him to do, this kind of gentleman is just a reputation when he comes here!"
"Bogui, this is your nephew..."
"There is no nephew in a certain family who is older than a certain family!"
"He... It's just getting older...."