At this time, Nangong Xuan curled the corner of his mouth with confidence: "No wonder you dared to put it here so openly. It turns out that you have long..."
A sly smile appeared in her eyes and said leisurely: "In this world, there is not only one person who can write. Some people can write, and some people can modify it. As for what the people who practice will become, it is not me
You can know..."
Ling Wu suddenly glanced at Li Yan, who had a calm face stepped into the garden, smiled slightly, closed her mouth and stopped talking, and said leisurely: "Some families are happy and some are sad. It seems that this sentence is also good."
Now, Li Yan’s face looks not only sad, but also anger
Stepping straight into Lingwu's room, there was no sound of the gentle knock on the door
The expression and movements all showed something, something that made him angry.
After Li Yan stepped into the room, Ling Wu glanced at Nangong Xuan with a smile.
Nangong Xuan raised the corner of his mouth lightly, and before Li Yan opened his mouth, he said in a deep voice: "I think we will soon have Ouyang Xi and the God of Wealth."
Li Yan frowned. The news about the God of Wealth is much more important than what he wanted to ask.
He was angry and prepared to say something just now, staring at Nangong Xuan: "Did you get any news?"
"It's not just news," Nangong Xuan's mouth curled into a perfect curve: "And, today we have already fought with their people."
"Have you met?" Li Yan's eyes suddenly narrowed into a slit: "Are you talking about the people on the boat?"
Nangong Xuan and Ling Wu looked at each other and sighed: "Li Yan's news is indeed very informative. We want to give you a surprise, but I didn't expect it would be a step too late."