"Don't say such sad things, at least now we can still fight together and drink together." Zhang Fei glanced at Xiahou Dun and said discontentedly.
"Don't worry, we still have a chance." Zhao Yun said heartily.
However, even so, the atmosphere among the crowd suddenly turned somber, as the swords and blades on the battlefield are unpredictable.
"By the way, where is Juan'er?" Zhang Fei suddenly cracked a joke, causing a blue vein to pop on Xiahou Yuan's forehead.
To be honest, Xiahou Yuan always felt that Xiahou Juan was threatened by Zhang Fei, but he had no evidence, so whenever Zhang Fei mentioned this matter, Xiahou Yuan was filled with anger.
"I also heard about this before, Yide, are you sure you want to marry my niece?" Xiahou Dun suddenly leaned over to ask.
"Marry, not marrying is not an option." Zhang Fei said gruffly.
