Yang Xiu just crossed over and was usurped by the emperor's uncle. He fled with blood splattering in the court and fled to a small border town at the junction of the Three Kingdoms. Relying on the agility of a time traveler, he transformed into a little overlord who didn't care about the city.
In order to regain the lost country, he traveled among the three kingdoms of Dayan, Xiqi and Beihu. He was at ease with both sides and tried his best to get things done, just like a sixth man in troubled times.
"Xiqi wants to use the road? Three hundred horses of sweat and blood, five hundred sets of rattan armor, nothing less will do!"
"The Beihu caravan kneels down to beg for protection in the city? Keep half of the goods, the beauty... Cough, I will just accept it reluctantly!"
"Commander Dayan has been queuing outside the city for three days? Go ahead and let him wait for a month, and he wants to have dinner with me even if he brings a thousand sets of armor? No way!"
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When all the forces were wiped out by him, this guy had already grown into the overlord of one party!
