Under the city of Hulao Pass, eighteen princes gathered together.
"Dear friends, Hua Xiong just killed Zu Mao, what should I do now?" Qin Guan asked in the chat group.
"Donghuang Taiyi: I also said, please go up and kill this forced king with one blow."
"Black Monkey Sun Wukong; Brother Donghuang, don't worry, little friend Qin Guan, according to old Sun's opinion, you first have someone warm a glass of wine in front of the princes, and then kill Hua Xiong. When you come back, the wine is still hot, and you will definitely become the king of the generation."
"Shameless people, steal Mr. Guan's ideas and give me a knife."
"Take other people's paths and leave others with nowhere to go."
"This kid is deceiving you. Do you still think he is really in the Three Kingdoms? If it is true, with the help of you and me, it will not be difficult to create another dynasty."
Qin Guan looked at the mighty 200,000 troops in front of him, and really wanted to tell these ignorant friends loudly that he was at the scene of the Eighteenth Route Princes challenging Dong Zhuo.
When I become emperor, I will establish Lingyan Pavilion. Among the 108 heroes, you should have a seat.
