“Hehe, regret? I, Lu Bu, Lu Fengxian, have never been afraid of any threats!” Lu Bu was very confident.
“Humph!” Song Xian picked up the spear near his foot and humphed before leaving.
“Wait!” Lu Bu’s voice came again.
“Hehe, did the Marquis of Wen regret? Well then, make haste and kill me!” Song Xian sneered.
Lu Bu shook his head, sighed and said. “Boli, good luck to you. Big brother was unable to give you riches and honor. If you are ever tried, the Bing Province Army will always be your home!” Boli was Song Xian’s courtesy name. For years, Lu Bu have not referred Song Xian by that name. Ever since he started out his career, he have been calling himself as the lord. Bing Province Army was where the place these Lu Bu and his brothers started out from.
“Brother!” Song Xian heart softened and was about to kneel to the ground. He choked back his tears. “Marquis of Wen, I shall take my leave now!” After holding his fist to Lu Bu, Song Xian rode his horse away, leaving behind a trail of dust. That rear view of his was very lonely.
“Let’s go!” Lu Bu said with a low voice. Liu Mang saw that above Lu Bu’s temples, there was a little gray hair. Lu Bu had gotten old!