It's a pity that the emperor lost so many heroes and shed blood at the border. The original work only mentions it in one stroke, but it is also the sorrow of several eras?

"What, kid, don't you want to? Or do you have a master?"

Seeing that Lu Chen didn't speak, the Barbarian King blew his beard and glared.

He had a beard, looked like a wild lion, and spoke loudly.

"It doesn't matter if you have a master. It doesn't matter if you have more masters."

The barbarian king said carelessly.

The War King and the Soul King thought that this was nonsense. They were not rough people like the Barbarian King, but grew up in aristocratic families, and they paid more attention to etiquette.

In their "old" concept, there should be only one person, master, master, like master, like father. Even if the master passes away, it is not appropriate to worship him again.

But they were relieved when they thought about it later. In this era, everyone at the border is just joining the group to keep warm. They, the children of the army, have so many secular etiquette, blood and fire, which are their strongest bonds.

Lu Chen felt the enthusiasm and sincerity of the Barbarian King and no longer hesitated. He could not avoid what was coming. He was never one to shrink from future results.

Although he had only stayed at the border for a short time, he already fell in love with this place, and he also admired the immortal kings who shed their blood.

"Lu Chen has met Master."
Chapter completed!