When he opened his eyes, he became a prisoner waiting to be executed in the execution ground of the Northern Wei Dynasty.
The swordsman's ghost-headed sword was about to fall. I was anxious and wise and shouted: "Your Majesty! This poor monk can help you unify the world!"
Tyrant Yuan Xu narrowed his eyes and sneered: "Monk, you still have ten more chances to speak."
I took out my mobile phone and projected a map of the Northern and Southern Dynasties: "First sentence - Your Majesty, does your Majesty know what PPT is?"
