Do the Three Brothers Dream of the Peach Blossom Land? (3)

As the saying goes, even if the dogs bark, the carriage keeps rolling.

Kim Yul, though tormented, did not stop serializing, and Guan Yu raced toward the glory arranged for him step by step, and then toward the death that would follow.

But it had been slightly rewritten.

It meant scattering foreshadowing and hints of death everywhere, indiscriminately.

“Isn’t that the scene where he’s playing Go and shouting for a three-three like a little girl?”

“You seem to know memes better than history.”

“Exactly. You should’ve unplugged the LAN cable when you were building the model. Do you know how many abysses I’ve been forced to peer into because of you?”

Kim Yul felt sin sliding down his spine, but ignored it and focused on writing.

The basic outline was the same.

At the Battle of Fancheng, Pang De’s arrow, with the grand “A Singular Strike” sound effect, shattered Guan Yu’s shoulder...