Yan Xiaomo stood in the crowd, looking at Lu Bu from a distance, watching him drink the night's wine with the soldiers, and then throw the bowl in his hand to the ground.
The bowl was smashed into pieces, which also represented their determination.
Yan Xiaomo thought of a poem: Yellow sand wears golden armor in a hundred battles, and Loulan will never be returned until it is broken.
Lu Bu is wearing armor and holding Fang Tian's painted halberd.
This is exactly how he looks in the game.
However, the Lu Bu in the game is actually relatively rough, but the real Lu Bu is not as rough as the one in the game, just a little bit more.
Yan Xiaomo has always liked Lu Bu's Christmas Carnival skin, because that's the only one when Lu Bu is the most handsome.
Girls always like handsome boys.
Lu Bu is exactly like that in reality, very straight, without a trace of yin.
Lu Bu got on his horse, turned around and looked in the direction of Yan Xiaomo, his mouth moved slightly, not knowing what he was saying.
According to Yan Xiaomo's own judgment, Lu Bu should have said two words.
Looking at the shape of his mouth, these two words should have been "Wait for me."
With this sentence, Lu Bu would probably die in the battle.
Yan Xiaomo felt so uncomfortable that tears came out of her eyes.
Yan Xiaomo really felt that she was not playing a game, but that the game was playing with her.
Everyone knows what they are going to do when doing tasks, and then they do it step by step.
Yan Xiaomo does tasks in a daze.
After doing it for so long, the only thing he knows how to do is to increase people's favorability.
I feel like I haven’t done much else.
Shouldn't games like this be all about torturing scumbags and tearing apart white lotuses?
Why is it that when she gets here, the game is playing tricks on her in all sorts of unexpected ways?
I really wonder if there is something wrong with this game.
The cards are always played out of the way, which makes Yan Xiaomo a little confused as to how to continue.
The little devil heard Yan Xiaomo's thoughts and jumped out quickly: "I've already said that this is a game about collecting heroes.
It's not a game about torturing scumbags and tearing white lotuses apart.
Those games can't be played over and over again.
Is it just a routine?
I’ve been tired of it for a long time.”
"But I have never torn a white lotus with my hands.
I finally met one like Jingqiu, but it was torn apart by Lu Bu.
Can't I give them a little chance to use it?"
Yan Xiaomo felt aggrieved.
Look how well the white lotus flowers are torn by hand, and how many onlookers applauded and praised them.
Will the judges soon come up with a good idea?
"Where are there so many white lotus flowers for you to tear apart?
You don't have to pay to set up the characters?"
the little devil said in a vicious tone.
"Anyway, there are so many characters, how can we still be short of one White Lotus?
The system is really stingy."
Yan Xiaomo was dissatisfied and wanted to give her a beating, but she had no chance.
She was so desperate what she could do.
"Wouldn't it be better to make this game full of love?
You have to fight and kill."
The little devil softened his tone and talked to Yan Xiaomo in a loving tone.
"I'm offline.
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Block me.
There's nothing left to talk about."
After saying this, Yan Xiaomo blocked the little devil's words.
Let the game be filled with love, what kind of nonsense is this?
Wen Neng hangs up and cheats his teammates, while Wu Neng jumps over the tower and kills people.
If you advance, you can challenge five by yourself, if you retreat, you can wait for a six-pointer.
He can use his flying kicks in front to save the remaining enemies, and he can use his feet to block his teammates from behind.
If it is still, no one will be seen for a hundred years, but if it moves, it will send super gods thousands of miles away.
Heroic flash gives you first blood, betraying your teammates and never looking back.
Go with the wind and waves, and cast against the wind.
Yan Xiaomo can't do this kind of love. oshow7: