The "Wolf King", the god of border killing, has passed through Wei Shuyu, the coward of the Tang Dynasty.
When I woke up, I was blocked in a broken house. Outside the door was the heir of the fifth surname and Qi Wang.
He caught the wooden stick with one hand and broke the bridge of the opponent's nose with his backhand.
"Remember, my name is Wei Shuyu, and I'm someone you can't afford to offend."
The system popped up and offered to assist him.
He said one word: Get out.
From then on, there was another legend in Chang'an City.
Wei Zheng's son is crazy.
He punched the aristocratic family, kicked the powerful, and said in front of Li Shimin: "Your Majesty, you are not good at this battle, I will teach you."
Turks invading? His three thousand Black Wolf Guards massacred the opponent's royal court.
The family rebels? Carrying a knife, he visited families one by one to drink tea.
Later, Li Shimin looked at the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty: "Who can tell me where Wei Shuyu came from?"
In the corner, the system he had rejected was holding his knees and drawing circles:
"Woooo... If he had been willing to use me, he would have unified the world by now..."
