Dilapidated Graveyard

Chen Xi looks at the soldier who just threw a rock weighing a few hundred kilograms away and looks at the sky speechlessly. Is this really the late Eastern Han Dynasty?

It doesn't make sense to see Lu Bu single-handedly cut through the ten-thousand-strong cavalry.

Zhao Zilong ends up truly possessed by a dragon soul. Is he really human?

Dian Wei single-handedly defends Cao Cao as they storm out of the enemy camp and slaughters a few thousand cavalry of the enemy. His combat strength is off the charts!

Is there something wrong? Chen Xi touches a goose feather fan and fans it. A strong gale blows and he sighs. "This must be some mythical story, right? Even I'm not normal anymore."

Mythical Three Kingdoms

As for Gao Shun, Li Youu didn't know much about him, but the astonishing skill he had witnessed by chance left an indelible impression on him. The Trap Formation consisted of fewer than eight hundred men, yet its sharpness caused Li Youu's heart to palpitate with fear.


"Is that so?" Liu Bei asked curiously, without the slightest suspicion regarding Li Youu's knowledge of such matters.


"How could Jia Wenhe, holding the reins of intelligence, neglect such crucial information?" Li Youu complained indignantly. Without preparation, a direct assault could have easily resulted in a humiliating setback.


"Oh, Wen He has been busy with a lot lately, so the occasional oversight is normal. Besides, no serious harm has been done. However, Wen Ru, your return is truly a blessing; without you here to help patch up the gaps, I always feel out of my element," Liu Bei said with a smile, showing no intention of reprimanding Jia Xu.


Article 513: I recommend you for the position of Director of the Secretariat.