Zhuge Liang was in critical condition. He coughed blood in the autumn wind and refused to enter the account. Yang Yi advised me to rest, and I took out the elixir given by the system and swallowed it in one gulp. The next day in the heavy fog of Wuzhangyuan, I rushed into Sima Yi's camp in a wheelchair: Zhongda, don't run, I haven't finished singing the second season of Empty City Strategy yet!
