Lu Bei watched Ji Huang leave, which was exactly a return to the painting.
Without saying a word, he took the chance into his arms, which was outrageous. He picked up a sketch to be one of the ninth incarnations of Ji Huang. Whether it was good or bad luck was unknown.
Looking at the personal panel, three are infinite, which should be excellent.
"Next..."
Lu Bei closed his eyes and pondered. As we all know, the wall grass is unpopular everywhere. He first recognized Long as the leader, and then recognized Ji Huang as the eldest brother. He ate everything at both ends properly and offended others at both ends.
"That's not right. You can't make a fortune in silence."
Lu Bei raises his hand and draws black