Daqin Fusu's dimensional chat group

After receiving the book from her father Lu Bu, Lu Lingqi bid farewell and left.

Daqin Fusu: "Could it be that Fengxian has become unaccustomed to losing his second brother's teasing and teasing?"

Big Snake Wushuang Lu Bu: "Hmph, don't compare yourself to a powerless scholar like you."

Yang Jiaerlang: "Fu Sumo wants to bully Fengxian. Although Fengxian is a bit lecherous, I still believe that Fengxian is a good person."

The good mood relieved by his daughter disappeared all of a sudden, and Lu Bu looked angrily at the virtual screen in front of him.

These two thieves are extremely hateful!

Daqin Fusu: "What the second brother said is true, Fengxian is definitely a good person. If he is not a good person, the second brother would have already been angry, so why would he appear in the chat group every day?"

Big Snake Wushuang Lu Bu: "You two thieves must not be rampant, I, Lu Fengxian, will one day avenge today's revenge!"

Daqin Fusu: "Fengxian is willing to listen to the truth? Fusu was reincarnated as the eldest son of Daqin. He has fought in the battlefield for more than [-] years without a single defeat."

Erlang of the Yang family: "Yang Jian is the son of Xianfan, who inherited Pangu's divine power. From now on, he will also be the true king of justice in the heavenly court and the god of war in the Three Realms."

Daqin Fusu: "So before thinking about revenge, Fengxian might as well think about how to deal with the future demon king Yuan Luzhi, who can defeat your heavenly demon king."

Orochi Wushuang Lu Bu: "A mere demon king, why should I be afraid of serving you first!"

Daqin Fusu: "I'll see if you can still say no when you are defeated."

Orochi Wushuang Lu Bu: "So Yang Jian intends to retreat and practice hard, just for the sake of the devil away from Lu Zhi?"

Daqin Fusu: "Feng Xian, you think too much. The second brother's retreat is actually for me to help Su, not for you, a pervert."

Daqin Fusu: "No, Fusu, I have no pain before and no disaster afterward, why do I need my second brother to step in?"

Yang Jiaerlang: "Fu Sumo has to make jokes, otherwise Feng Xianqi will go away later."

Yang Jiaerlang: "Yang Jian is helped by the chat group, so he naturally wants to give back. Just like what Fusu said, you and I live in different worlds, but we got together by fate, so we have to help each other."

Orochi Wushuang Lu Bu: "You,,,"

Yang Jia Erlang: "Don't worry, I won't dislike Fengxian, you are a pervert."

Orochi Wushuang Lu Bu: "You two thieves are extremely hateful!"

Daqin Fusu: "Look, it's the second elder brother who takes Feng Xianqi away every time."

Yang Jiaerlang: "It's okay, Fengxian must have gotten used to it."

After silently turning off the chat screen in front of him that even the ancient gods hadn't noticed, a smile appeared on the corner of Yang Jian's mouth, and it disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Fusu, thank you!

How could Yang Jian not know that Fu Su was joking with him, just wanting to fade away the sadness of being separated from his sister Yang Chan.

Perhaps this is the friendship between brothers!

Extravagant emotions that I didn't dare to think of before.

Since I accept you as the second brother, then let the second brother take up his own responsibilities!

"There are three members in the chat group, and the leader of the group is Yang Jian. When there are five members in the group, the upgrade requirements are met."

"The second-level chat group can open the group member mall and open cross-world transmission."

Looking away from the screen, Yang Jian closed his eyes and meditated, wondering what the empress Nuwa meant?

Recalling the corner of the future that Empress Nuwa revealed in front of him, Yang Jian was puzzled.

The real story goes to a fork in the road here.

"Everything you want to know is in the Conferred God Stage."

Thinking of Nu Wa's instructions when she left, Yang Jian's eyes froze.

"The Battle of the Conferred Gods?"

"I don't know how many secrets Yang Jian doesn't know!"

005 newcomers join the group

"Life grows and hates water and Changdong—Yang Jian?"

After returning to the boudoir, Lu Lingqi was holding the book that her father Lu Bu had given her, her beautiful eyes were full of interest in exploration.

"I don't know who this Yang Jian is?"

Delicate jade refers to opening the writing, and there is an inscription on the title page.

"Walking around for a long time, the clouds came out, and the slight cold invaded the sleeves.

Gradually write all over the worry and new ink light, afraid of writing, the bandwidth is thin.

Unconsciously, Suihua became dark, counted and turned, and Qu Chen bowed away.

Talking about it, the ice wheel is bright and clean, and he sneers and turns his head around.

However, there is more sorrow than joy, and the anger is overwhelming.

It may not be because Yan Liang knows the taste of the world, I am used to it, a dog in white clothes.

Who can comfort each other with this meaning, only the sound of nature, and the roar of the wind.

Asking how haggard and desolate my life is, I meditate on the gold carving. "

The crisp voice murmured a poem full of loneliness, which gradually touched the heart of a stubborn girl.

"Yang Jian's hand barely stopped when it touched Chen Xiang's throat. Thousands of years of fighting instinct allowed him to find it even though he was seriously injured..."

The fingers turning the book slowly stopped, and the girl was also surprised.

"This is just a ghost story, why did my father say it was a biography of a hero?"

Relying on her trust in her father, the girl turned the pages of the book again, and her heart slowly fell silent on the tragic hero described in the book.

"Yang Jian!"

A ray of morning sun invades a girl's boudoir from the window, reflecting on a delicate and beautiful face full of tears.

"Is there really such a hero in the world?"

Different from the domineering father I yearn for, if Lu Bu is a tiger and leopard in the world, then Yang Jian in the book is more like a wise man who strategizes.