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

"Why aren't you laughing anymore?" Liu Bei turned his head to ask Chen Xi.


"Let's talk about something else, congratulations to Lord Xuande." Chen Xi shook his head, bringing the topic back.


"Alas, though I don't understand interpreting dreams, I still know what it signifies when the Zimei Star of the North enters one's embrace, just as they said," Liu Bei sighed, "I feel somewhat dissatisfied."


"Dissatisfied that after a lifetime of effort, you have paved a road to the heavens for your son?" Chen Xi said with a smile, "What's there to be dissatisfied about?"


"My dissatisfaction lies in spending a lifetime restoring the Han Dynasty, preparing to become a Duke Zhou, only to have my son waste all my lifelong efforts," Liu Bei said irritably.


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