For a Prosperous World

Dong Zhuo took the kettle on the desk case and didn't need any cups. He took a sip of the kettle directly.

He crossed his eyes and looked at His Royal Highness.

"You, who are willing to fight?"

His Highness was silent for a while, until General Hou Jia, headed by him, took a step forward, stepped up into the palace, and lowered his head.

"The righteous father, the princes outside the customs, but the grass mustard; Bu Yuan to mention the tiger and wolf master, do the best, hanging in the capital."

The voice was absolutely absolute, with a bit of Xu Senhan, as if the army of more than 100,000 vassals of the customs was nothing.

Dong Zhuo looked at Lu Bu, a ugly smile on his somber face.

"Okay, let my son lead the way, break the grass!"

Saying is about to order.

"Xianguo, use a sledgehammer to kill chickens?" A high voice came from the people of His Royal Highness.

He looked toward the voice to see the speaker.

His body is nine feet long, with a tiger's body and a wolf's waist, a leopard's head ape's arms, a face with coarse ore, and some unsharp looks. However, depending on the physique, it is a Titan.

He stepped out with a smile, and first addressed the Lu Bu before telling Dong Zhuo.

"Xianguo, don't wait and see, Huaxiong can go to meet the Kanto princes for a while."

"Oh?"

When Dong Zhuo heard Hua Xiong's words, he put the teapot in his hand back on the table, and the teapot almost broke in the palm of his hand.

"Do you have a chance?"

The look in Huaxiong's eyes was a joy. Since Dong Zhuo asked this, he planned to let him out. At this time, it is a rare opportunity to make a name for it.

"Xianguo, Huaxiong has a chance of winning."

"Ten percent?" Dong Zhuo's eyes dropped and landed on Huaxiong's face.

"Oh, ha ha ha ha." Some Zhang laughed wildly: "Okay! I mention you as Captain Xiaoqi, with you 50,000 infantry, breaking the vassal coalition."

After laughing, he suddenly sank his face again, took out a soldier charm from his arms, threw it on the ground, and said coldly.

"If you can't break it, how about you raise your head?"

His heart was cold in his heart.

"Yes." Huaxiong immediately bowed down and picked up the soldiers on the ground: "Huaxiong took the lead."

Then he got up and retreated.

They left the silent crowd on the palace.

Huaxiong walked to the door of the hall, and then stopped, looking down at the soldier in his hand, and rubbed his fingers with rough fingers on it.

Who doesn't love fame?

He also loves, and only by virtue can he live completely in this world. Otherwise, he will be eaten by this world sooner or later.

Huaxiong's eyes were cold. If he failed this time, he would die.

He looked back at the temple and turned away, and he would raise his head to see him, mentioning the heads of the princes.

Lu Bu stood in the complex and watched Huaxiong leave.

Dong Zhuo looked at Lu Bu's expression and laughed.

"My son, occasionally give others a chance, don't you? You can take a break in this battle, hahahaha."

The laughter of Dong Zhuo alone in the hall was mad.

His Royal Highness bowed his head. Many of them had Dong Zhuo's old ministry, and some closed their eyes.

In the past, Dong Zhuo was not so. Maybe power can easily change a person.

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The tiger was shut down, and the biting cold wind tore the flag on the barracks, making the flag trembling and rolling, as if to escape the flagpole and escape.

"tread."

A combat boot stepped on the ground, and one stood before the barracks.

The man was wearing a brown leather armor, and the iron plate inlaid on the leather was frozen even more chill. A brown-red cloak was behind him, and tiger skin was sewn on the neckline.

A red headband was tied around his head, and his face was like a tiger with a dazzling eye. But he didn't show the ferociousness, but smiled at the tiger prison that was faintly visible not far away. Holding an ancient ingot knife, the blade was housed in a sheath and stood on the ground with both hands.

"Rusha." It was the sound of the rubbing of the robes, and a deputy general dressed up from behind the knife-bearer.

The man holding the knife didn't look back, but just smiled and asked, "What's up?"

The vice general hesitated and said aloud.

"Sir, please be a pioneer, isn't it too much?"

The vassals joined forces, but no one was willing to be the first to advance. After all, they had to confront Dong Zhuo positively.

Only this Changsha eunuch, Sun Jian, said he was willing to be the front.

There is a reason for the anxiety of the Vice Admiral. It is not enough for the army led by Sun Jian to fight with Dong Zhuojun. As a former army, he has to face the most forces and pressure.

Although they were dispatched to take advantage of this troop, as a pioneer, they inevitably seemed a little too aggressive.

If it was defeated, wouldn't there be no more chance?

"Demou, you are a little calm, but the shortcomings are too stable, don't you know that the winning side breaks the big picture?"

Sun Jian's eyes were slightly sideways, looking behind him.

"If Dong Zhuo Xianjun can be defeated, I will be the first to take the lead, so if I join with Yuan Shu, the above table is considered to be justified by the history of Yuzhou assassination."

The lieutenant behind Sun Jian stopped speaking, and finally sighed, "Master, if this is a mistake ..."

"No loss." Sun Jian interrupted the lieutenant's words, the smile on his face sank, and he looked at Hulaoguan with sour eyes.

"There must be no mistake when you lead the army. If you lose, you can make the army fall. So there will be no mistake."

He turned to his side, his voice deepened: "I'll wait for a foothold in this world to avoid chaos. Keeping the family small, I have to make some decisions."

The strong wind tightened Sun Jian's cloak and blew the ancient ingot handle in his hand cold.

"This life will be a troubled world. Without resolution, you will not survive."

Jiang Dongzhong did not know when a song was circulated, that song was sung by Jiang Dong Zhou Lang. He once said that this was his "childhood".

What should be compared with that person as the "Boyazi", who should be known as a confidant by that Jiangdong Zhoulang, people want to see it.

But no one has ever seen his "childhood", but the song is humbling, and the song is:

"the river is long and tempestuous, it was like a hero.

Success or failure turns empty.

Aoyama is still there, How Many Suns.

The white-haired fisherman dwells on the river and looks at the autumn wind and spring breeze.

A pot of muddy wine meets with joy.

How many things ancient and modern ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ are paying a laugh. "

Nothing in this world can be a joke in the future?

Sun Jian was allowed to pull his cape by the strong wind, holding the handle by his hand.

"My Sun Wentai, I don't want to make that big wave go away."

Who wants to be washed away by the big waves, but if you don't want to, you can only go against the trend.

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"tear."

Gu Nan biting the jerky, forcibly tore off a piece, chewed in her mouth, and said helplessly.

"Ah, this meat is so hard."

These days, the wind is getting stronger and stronger, making the bucket on her head unsteady.

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