The might of Heaven is unpredictable. The only one who can awe the world is the nineteen-year-old Heavenly King, and the one who is sealed in the tower. You can see them for free, so who wouldn't want to take a few more glances?
“Morgana.” Wang Ji glanced at Zhao Xin.
The surroundings fell silent instantly; not even a breath could be heard.
Zhao Xin slowly opened his mouth wide and stared into his eyes.
"They're not easy to kill," Wang Ji said again, then lowered his head to eat.
We must not kill them.
Of course, he could only say that it was difficult to kill. If he said more, others might not understand, and he would need to explain further.
"Why do you always carry it? Behind your head?" After a long pause, Zhao Xin finally managed to speak.
To be honest, he was a little worried. He was worried that if that demon suddenly appeared, wouldn't he just launch a sneak attack on Old Wang?
"I don't carry it with me. If I try to suppress her, she might escape at any time. As for why it's on the back of my head, don't you think it looks cool?"
"..."
They chatted and laughed, but later they didn't laugh much anymore. They shouted and exclaimed in surprise, looking at Wang Ji with awe, admiration, and a sense of sudden realization.
Wang Ji roughly understood what they were thinking, and that they would find out about these things sooner or later.
Time flies, it's 9 a.m. on North Star time.
"King of the Heavenly Pole... I have tried to overestimate you many times, but I never expected that I would still underestimate you by a large margin. Indeed, a new generation replaces the old."
Looking back on just a few months ago feels like yesterday, it evokes so many emotions..."
The name of Ziwei Palace is located beneath a maple forest.
"Wang Ji can accept any praise from others with equanimity, but he feels ashamed only towards you, General."
please. "
Wang Ji arranged to meet Pan Zhen, the guardian of Lieyang Star, here.
Unlike Wang Ji, who dislikes wearing armor, Pan Zhen still wore a full set of black iron armor, walking with the stride of a dragon and the gait of a tiger.
A stone table, two cups of tea.
Diwa served her from the side, while Yuanli and Xuankun guarded her from a distance.
Click~
A small tower was placed on the table by Wang Ji.
Pan Zhen couldn't help but look over, and even with his deep-seated composure, his pupils couldn't help but shrink.
"This is……"
"The general may choose the terms for exchanging Lena."
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