Xiahou Gong was overjoyed at the sight. He hurried into the inner room to change clothes, and they fit surprisingly well. At a glance, he now looked like a local farm boy from Cloud Province. When he returned to the main hall, the old man was slightly stunned, and a trace of sorrow unexpectedly appeared in his eyes.
Lifting the tent flap and passing the screen, Lü Bu still did not see that familiar figure.
"We'll talk after we get back." Feng Chun was indeed obedient and immediately stopped asking questions. The man cupped his hands to Lin Jian alone, then left the tent with Feng Chun.
To the Han people, they were foreigners. Over the years, the Han had suffered deeply at Wuhuan's hands, yet they could not defeat Tadun and the others, so they vented their resentment on these people instead.
If they were caught, a human like him would probably be torn to pieces in an instant.
Gu Qi knew that Mu Nanshu did not like wearing rings and would at most occasionally play with some jade. This ring must have had quite an extraordinary origin.
The old man nodded without another word and attacked directly, forcefully meeting Mo Qianyan head-on. His profound inner strength was like a vast ocean, not the slightest bit weaker than Mo Qianyan's.
"Take it out and let me see." Regiment Commander Sun Jian's expression was as dark as stagnant water as he gave the brief, cold command.
Seeing the situation, Wang Yi knew Deng Wei was determined to force him to take a stand today. After weighing the matter again and again, he finally made up his mind.
This man named Gu Qianmo seemed to be trying to explain something to him.
After saying that, she teleported out of Yuan Fan's