When I traveled through time and became Fusu, the edge of the sword was already at my throat.
Meng Tian was half a foot away from the cold front, and the edict in the history books was being read out sharply by the eunuch.
The modern soul awakens in an instant, and before its eyes flashes the sea of fire in Afang Palace, Xiang Yu splitting the Qin giant halberd, and the wailing prisoners in the deep valley of Baiyue.
"Treacherous tyrant and regicide! Your Majesty's body is still cold!" I smashed the poison cup and yelled the shocking accusation.
Meng Tian's sword suddenly reversed, cutting off the eunuch's head, and hot blood spattered on the fragments of the edict.
The blood-written edict turned into a demon's blood eye, which illuminated the bloodline of Hu Hai's puppet manipulated by Zhao Gao in Xianyang Palace.
"Jiuyuan Iron Cavalry!" Meng Tian's tiger talisman points directly in the direction, "Follow the young master - Qingjun's side!"
As six hundred thousand mysterious armors marched south through the snow, the ground of Lishan Mountain roared, and the twelve giant golden men who had been imprisoned for thousands of years opened their eyes beyond the stars.
