"How many times has this happened? Three hundred and ninety-nine?"
"Four hundred times, my lord." Kong Ming said faintly next to me, "It's just the right amount."
It was the four hundredth time, and I was a little surprised, "Then who won this time? Us? The Cao family? The King of Hell? It can't be those fishermen from Jiangdong, right?"
Kong Ming ignored me. He looked up and saw the clear moon in the heart of the underworld, and some red clouds were about to come.
The war between the Three Kingdoms is temporarily ringing, and the swords of the heroes of the underworld are opened. Death is not the end. Give up reincarnation and welcome the blood. The thousand-year war will never extinguish!