C98 Military Strategy

"What a headstrong and headstrong Emperor!"

Sima rubbed his head.

He turned around. The man in front of him had just put down his communicator.

A clean and refreshing black-haired youth squatted on a chair. What did not match his face was that Taoist robe that did not match the face that looked like it grew up in the modern world.

It wasn't the yellow style that often appeared in movies