Do You Want Me to Die? Sir, Please Die First!

Those who are destined to enter The great beams are established, the nine states are united, and the four seas are one. The cunning rabbit dies and the lackey is cooked. The three kings of Nanyang with different surnames in the Western Qin and Northern Zhou Dynasties eventually became the thorn in the side of Emperor Liang. We must uproot it despite the turbulence of mountains and rivers. "I originally wanted my heart to illuminate the moon, but the bright moon illuminates the ditch." An elegant and elegant young man sighed helplessly. "In this case, sir, I have no choice but to ask His Majesty to carry out the funeral." He smashed the cup in his hand. "Your Majesty, don't worry, the Queen and your concubines will take good care of you." Lan Shanting held a sword in both hands and bowed to salute the Emperor Liang. "The Japanese in the east, the Hungarians in the south, the barbarians in the west, are proposing kings. Why don't you guys laugh? Do you look down on me?" Looking at the four barbarian kings who were forced to smile, Lan Shanting waved his hand and said that he could change them to a larger steel pipe.