When Liu Bei met Zhang Jiao, he saw that the man was wearing Taoist robes, his face was gray and his face was visibly tired.

Zhang Jiao turned over and dismounted.

Liu Bei also dismounted.

After dismounting, Zhang Jiao lowered his head very low, dropped his bamboo stick to the ground, bent his knees, and made a gesture of kneeling down.

A man rushed over and held Zhang Jiao's arm firmly with a pair of strong hands.

"Are you Zhang Jiao? My Xi'er told me that tens of thousands of poor people from your Yellow Turbans are entrusted to me this time. If you entrust me, we won't talk about surrendering or not."

Zhang Jue was stunned for a moment. He looked up in astonishment and saw the man with big ears and lop shoulders in front of him, with a smile on his face.

What feelings do you have before you open your eyes?

Liu Bei turned around and ordered, "Second brother! You and your men are here to stop Dong Zhuo!"

Finally, Liu Bei stretched out his hand to invite, "Come, our army has been warming the porridge for several days. It is just right to drink it now. It is neither hot nor cold."

We can talk about the rest later."

"Humph!" A displeased snort sounded.

When Zhang Jiao heard the sound, he saw a black man with a leopard's head, eyes and a face like the bottom of a pot.

When Zhang Jiao looked at the black man, the black man glared at him fiercely, then angrily rode away.

A young boy came next to me.

The young man smiled and said, "I thought you Zhang Jiao died in the battle! Come on, the porridge is ready."

Zhuozhou Big'er has a kind face, but it can be seen that Zhuozhou Big'er is partly disguised and partly cold.
Chapter completed!