"Well, who's the little doll on the other side!"

"I ...... My name is...... Zhuo Yang ......"

"Nobody, do you know who a certain family is?"

"I know ......, you are Li Cunxiao, the Thirteenth Taibao." Zhuo Yang's cold sweat came down.

"If you know it's me, don't retreat quickly, and I won't die." Li Cunxiao shook the eight-hundred-pound mixed iron pen in his hand. "Half a tooth is broken, hum, kill or bury!"

Fuck, how can this master talk like a bandit who cuts the grass and cuts the path, you are the Tang Dynasty Protector Yongnangong, can you have some culture in singing and fighting? Zhuo Yangxin said.

Looking at Li Cunxiao opposite, the golden helmet and golden armor light yellow robe, the five strands are gathered into a loop armor, and he is carrying a bright silver disc behind him, I don't know why. Said that it is a heart goggle, but also a little too big, look at it like a shield, but it is smaller, as a hat for travel, it is too flat, and there is no place to put the head, only four arches neatly and neatly five disc eyes protrusion, it is very good-looking.

- This General Li is so strange, why do you make this thing?

"What's the ......, Li Taibao...... No, Li Guogong, why are you carrying a bath bomb shell? Zhuo Yang wondered.

"I don't know what to do with nonsense, Hugh is talking nonsense, are you going to retreat or not?" Li Cunxiao raised the blade in his hand.

"Then what's the ......, why do we have to fight a dozen, whether it's a mule or a horse, a king or a turtle, you have to fight to know, right?" Zhuo Yang looked at the horse lance in his hand, which weighed only about thirty pounds, and pinched the tooth flower. "Why don't you play with me? Shall we get to the point? Friendship First Tournament No. ......"

"Na-fate!" Li Cunxiao shouted angrily, just like a muffled thunder across the sky, urging the flame foal to pounce on people and horses like a ball of fierce fire.

Zhuo Yang raised the lance with both hands, and his heel lightly knocked his mount under his crotch. "Saihu, don't be afraid of ......, don't shake it......"

The mixed iron pen twisted the top of Mount Tai Laos, "Ahhh "The sky is falling apart and smashing towards Zhuo Yang's head!

'Whew! Zhuo Yang sat up from the bed suddenly, his forehead was covered with fine sweat, and he woke up in a dream.

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After eating breakfast of milk bread veal, Zhuo Yang was still thinking about that strange dream in the early morning while holding the teaglass. In his dream, he returned to the turbulent and chaotic era of the Five Dynasties of the Tang Dynasty, and he didn't know who he was leading, and he was actually in love with Li Cunxiao, who ranked second among the top ten fierce generals in Chinese history.

Sucking the hot Biluochun in the cup, the warm morning sun shining on the open chest of his shirt in the early morning of the alternation of spring, and soon he saw sweat. Zhuo Yang always has some strange dreams, which are bizarre. Some dreams are so realistic that it is impossible to tell what is real; Some dreams clearly know that they are in a dream, and everything is unreal.

was surprised by the wine and slept heavily, and the gambling books were consumed with the fragrance of tea, which was only ordinary at that time. Such a day was originally Zhuo Yang's favorite time to enjoy tea and fuqin, but he didn't go to talk to the masters, because today is the day of the decisive battle.

The end-of-season showdown between the new Xiaoxin and the world's great demon king has shocked the entire world football world, and Munich is a metropolis that is one of the four major economic centers in Europe, but the small city of Hannover is crowded with media from all directions, and the narrow peninsula public area can't even get off the feet.

The two matches will be broadcast live on TV stations in dozens of countries around the world, and the German Football Association has prepared two identical championship plates, which have been delivered to the Olympic Stadium and the Victor Stadium in Munich respectively, and Zhuo Yang has also seen this thing for the first time, which is nicknamed the 'salad plate', but in his opinion, this thing is more like a silver bath bomb shell.

The 11-kilogram salad plate, which symbolizes the glory of the championship, has been used in the Bundesliga for 57 years.

Before World War II, the Bundesliga championship trophy was called 'Viktoria', which was destroyed during the war. In 1949, the "salad plate" was presented in the workshop of the craftswoman Elisabeth Tresko in Cologne. At that time, the champion silver plate used a total of 5.5 kilograms of silver, with a diameter of 50 centimeters, and was set with 5 large rhinestones and 11 small rhinestones, for a total of 175 carats.

It is customary to engrave the names of the previous champions on the silver platter. By 1981 it was full, so in 1903 the size of the silver plate was enlarged. Adolf Kunesh, a craftsman from Rodenbach, has inlaid a new silver ring on the outside of the plate, increasing its diameter to 59 centimeters, which is expected to be used until 2011. On the outer silver ring, there are also 5 cabochons of rhinestones, totaling 71.98 carats.

The 'symbol of honour of the Bundesliga champions' is worth around 30,000 euros, but if you take into account its influence and brand value, it is much more than that.

Each league champion only temporarily owns and keeps it, and it is issued to you in May, returned to the Football Association in April of the following year, and after care and maintenance, it is awarded to the new champion one month later. However, in many years, it is not uncommon for the front foot to be withdrawn from Bayern Munich and sent back to the family when they turn around. Last month, when the Football Association recalled, it went to Bremen, where Werder won the double last year.

The champion team kept it for the time being, and the club only created a permanent replica, a salad plate slightly smaller than the original, which was placed in the Hall of Honour for fans to admire. It is so unique that it is impossible to have two identical pieces, so there must be a fake in the two 'salad plates' to Munich and Hannover, and there is an emergency spare item for the Football Association.

Of course, Zhuo Yang doesn't know if the one who came to Madiburg is genuine, and the German Football Association will not tell the outside world which is the real thing, because these are not good and involve the official attitude and tendency, and it is very troublesome to be used by people with a heart to make a fuss.

In the dream, Zhuo Yang saw the bath master shell heart guard and the knight's round shield silver hat carried by Li Cunxiao, which was the Salad Plate of the Bundesliga champion.

At this time last year, when Zhuo Yang and his brothers lifted the Bundesliga championship plate, he was still thinking about when he would be able to lift the salad plate, but he dared to think about it, and he didn't expect that only a year later, there would be a chance to touch it, and no one in Madiburg thought of it.

Standing in front of the window, the breeze of the northern plains blowing through his long flowing hair, and the light of the canal shining into his eyes, just today, he wants to make a profound mark for himself in football, and tonight, he wants to make himself the legend of the city of Hanover.

The sound of Canon in D major wafted out of the window, and the melodious melody vaguely echoed around the small building. People in the world live under great or small pressures every day, but as long as you are willing to slow down and listen to music, even if it is only for a second, it means that you have been moved, your heart is still soft, there is still a quiet territory, close your eyes and fall asleep, tomorrow will be a different sunshine.

Zhuo Yang's piano sound was still undisturbed, as calm as water.