C85 Cross over
Zhuge Zhengtian had won another perfect victory. He was still standing there alone and no one could stand beside him. He had always been lonely on this road.
Every time he won, it made him even more lonely, because he was only twenty years old, but for the sake of the glory of the so-called uncrowned King, for the sake of the Emperor, he made himself invincible, incomparably lonely