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Virtue

Editor: Atlas Studios

The atmosphere suddenly became heavy. Thinking of the King of Liang, who had already fought in Jiangxi, everyone felt sad.

"What's there to be afraid of? Just do it." Suddenly, a shout sounded.

Immediately, someone chimed in.

"Ever since King Li of Zhou and his son guarded the North, they haven't let the Di people break through the defense line of Jinzhou. Which time didn't the Di people come aggressively? Which time didn't they let King Yue Fei beat them up and escape with their tails between their legs?!"

"That's right. King Yue Fei is the guardian of the North. With him around, the North is stable."

"I'll buy a portrait of King Yue Fei later and paste it in the house. I'll kowtow three times in the morning and night. I guarantee that you won't panic and you won't be disheartened. Everything will taste good."

"Uh, does it work?"

There was a burst of laughter from the crowd.

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