Time passes minute by minute.

I don’t know how long it took, but a cool breeze came and swept across the square.

Ye Qiu's body seemed to be shaken by the wind.

He looked at Cao Yuan, opened his mouth, and let out a hoarse roar: "Ye Qiu, hello to the nine thousand years old!"

thump.

Ye Qiu knelt on the ground and bowed.

Boom, boom, boom!

He kowtowed three times in a row.

The kowtow is completed.

Ye Qiu stood up, squatted in front of Cao Yuan, and carefully inspected Cao Yuan's injuries.

Ye Qiu didn't let go of every wound.

Gradually, anger appeared in Ye Qiu's eyes.

There were countless wounds on Cao Yuan's body, many of them were bloody and bloody, and many of the wounds were still in vital parts. It was obvious that Cao Yuan had experienced a very brutal battle before he died in the battle.

"Based on the wounds on Jiu Qian Sui's body, we can tell that Jiu Qian Sui was under siege before he died in battle."

"Moreover, the people who besieged him are all masters."

"A great witch-god actually besieged a nine-thousand-year-old man, how shameless!"

Ye Qiu was so angry that he suddenly stood up and shouted: "Witch God, get out of here!"

The sound was like thunder, earth-shattering.

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