Yunfeng squatted in front of the dilapidated thatched house, looking at the black-faced pancake in his hand that was so hard that it could kill someone, and fell into deep thought.
Three days ago, he was blowing on the air conditioner and checking his cell phone in a rental house, lamenting the emergence of many heroes in the troubled times of the Three Kingdoms.
When I woke up, I became an orphan who had fled from Yuyang County, Nanyang County. I didn't even have a copper coin on my body. The only useful information in my memory was that this year was the sixth year of Zhongping - the year when Dong Zhuo came to Beijing...
It looks like it's foggy
Come on, the logic needs to be sorted out.