Record of a Poor Family

"The Yellow Turban is not gone yet, but chaos will arise! The road ahead is difficult and dangerous, and there are many bones! However, now that we have set foot on this road, there is no reason to look back!" He pulled out the blood-stained iron sword, pointed it at the sky, and his voice suddenly rose up, like the symphony of gold and iron, resounding throughout the entire Qingshi Hill: "Only with this With the sword in my hand, I will show you to the world with my blood!" He took a deep breath and roared with all his strength: "I can hold up the sky! Hold up the sky!" Zhang Fei was the first to raise his arms and roar! "Qingtian! Qingtian! Qingtian!" Guan Yu responded in a deep voice while stroking his beard! "Qingtian! Qingtian! Qingtian!" The grief, anger, pain, and desire for the future in the hearts of the surviving rebel soldiers were completely ignited by this roar! They raised their blood-stained weapons and let out a deafening roar! The sound waves surged straight into the sky, as if they were going to poke a hole in the blood-stained blue sky! This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.