Lu Bu, the best in the world, held Fang Tian's painted halberd in his hand and stared at the carriage.
"Thief Dong, you must die today!"
Inside the carriage.
Dong Zhuo was holding his injured arm and was about to cry without tears. Was he about to die in Lu Bu's hands just ten minutes after traveling through time?
What, my golden finger has arrived?
Is it Xiang Yu directly?
And ten thousand troops?
Lu Bu, crawl for me.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
