"So, has Zhuge Immortal ever thought about replacing Adou?"
"Liang Ruo cannot be the king..." The voice seemed to come from a far away place, and it was both real and illusory... "Liang Ruo can be the king," he raised his head slightly. Look up at the sky. His eyes were endlessly desolate, and his thin lips trembled slightly, "Half of hundreds of people... Bloody disaster..." As if he couldn't bear to think about it anymore, he shook his head slightly and closed his eyes tightly...
He hates Adou for being useless, hates the traitor for blocking his way, and even hates himself for seeing through the sky but being unable to reverse it...
"Then, it doesn't matter, let's be the first prime minister in ancient and modern times..."
I will accompany you, no matter whether the journey is difficult or not, no matter... Whether you care about me...