Yan Nan felt relieved and warned again: "The Night Demon is developing well over there, so don't go on a killing spree."

Duan Xiyang snorted and cut off the call.

Put the communication jade into your arms.

He raised his head and looked at Yinshen Palace: "Come with me to Baiyun Continent."

"I?"

The Yin Shen Palace was stunned: How can I have a role in this? This... is simply an honor.

Duan Xiyang frowned impatiently, waved his hand, and the soundproof barrier shattered.

He grabbed the shoulder of Yin Shen Palace, waved his bone gun, and a space crack appeared in the black hole in mid-air.

Duan Xiyang carried the Yin Shen Palace, stepped into the space crack, and disappeared immediately.

…

Guardian Headquarters.

Dongfang Sansan has already received this information.

But he took one look and put it aside.

Not even taking care of it.

"Let the Solipsism deal with this kind of matter. If Yan Nan can't handle this trivial matter well, then I'll be really disappointed."

So I calmed down and continued to revise the Autobiography of King's Landing.

Currently, the third soul jade slip has been repaired.

Worried.

Fortunately, he had already set up a soundproof barrier, which was very tight, otherwise Master Jiu's calm and elegant image would have been destroyed by himself.

Now, the aura of idol that reigns over Dongfang Sansan is gone.

He became the most annoying person in his life.

And he also wants to write a book and biography for this most annoying person.

We should also write specifically about Wei Guangzheng.

Dongfang Sansan really wanted to die.

The pain of "half a million words are available except for a few plots but all need to be rewritten". People who have never written anything will never understand the collapse of it!

Even if you make it all up yourself, starting from a blank slate is much easier than this!

Sigh and continue working.

It must be done as soon as possible and then published to the world.

This is good stuff.

Sighing while working.

"I didn't expect that I, Dongfang Sansan, was so shrewd that I would be tricked by Xue Fuxiao. Moreover, I was tricked by an ancient person tens of thousands of years ago. No one else would have such an opportunity."

"However, Lord Junlin, if you have a spirit in heaven and achieve the status of a god, please remember all my hard work."

Dongfang Sansan smiled bitterly and continued to work.

Forget about food and sleep.

Although he complained constantly, such an autobiography of King's Landing was turned into a magnificent masterpiece by himself, and it has had a profound influence ever since.

Dongfang Sansan still felt full of accomplishment.

…

Fang Che waited at home worriedly.

Yinshen Palace just told me to be patient and wait for news from me.

But since then, there has been no movement.

Fang Che had no choice but to wait patiently.

I kept thinking in my mind that I would go to comfort this 'Yao Pingan' again tomorrow and stabilize him completely.

And then he has to make up lies himself.

There are eight desolate buildings in the world.

It's quiet at night.

On the roof of the building, a space suddenly and silently cracked open.

Duan Xiyang took Yinshen Palace and stepped out in one step.

"Where? What room?"

"It's said to be in Suite No. 1 on the third floor."

Yin Shen Palace has already memorized these memorizations.

My legs are still shaking: It's such a long journey and you've come here in such a short time?

This... this is too fast. Is this the pinnacle of power?

"No. 1 on the third floor."

Duan Xiyang carried the Yin Shen Palace and flew down.

When we stopped, we happened to be at the door of Suite No. 1 on the third floor.

Duan Xiyang didn't hesitate and kicked the door open. Then he walked in with his hands behind his back.

Under his tyrannical consciousness, the entire space was sealed.

The people inside were already under his control before he kicked down the door.

Yao Ping'an lay in bed and rested in a good mood, constantly gloating about his misfortune.

Yinshen Palace, you also have today.

Being happy in my heart.

Suddenly I felt like I couldn't move.

It's fine, why can't it move?

Not only could he not move, but his expression was also frozen. He kept a happy smile and lay on the bed, unable to even blink his eyes.

I couldn't help but panic, what's going on?

Before he could react, he saw the door disappearing like ice and snow melting.

Then.

Powder flew up all over the sky, and then the powder seemed to have become conscious. People lined up and walked out of the window, not knowing where they went.

At the door, a tall and thin figure walked in slowly with his hands behind his back.

Yao Ping'an was lying on the bed, his eyes could see.

But he couldn't move.

Extreme horror filled my heart!

Because he knows this person who came in!

Section leader!

Bone-shattering dream gun, Duan Xiyang!

At this moment, he even felt flattered.

Damn it... to deal with a shrimp like me, Duan Shouzuo can actually take action himself? Then... isn't it too flattering to me?

Then he started to panic: I'm going...I'm done!

This time, it was completely over.

Even if all the other masters in the cloud weapon spectrum come to rescue me at the same time, I will definitely die... Besides, how can I be so popular...

In his wild thoughts, he saw Duan Xiyang standing in front of the bed with his hands behind his hands, his eyes indifferent.

And he suddenly regained his ability to move.

However, he still didn't dare to move.

Duan Xiyang looked at him with emotionless eyes, and a mountain of bones suddenly appeared behind him.

The mental pressure is like the sky covering the earth.

Bones calm the soul!

launch!

Duan Xiyang asked calmly: "Yao Pingan?"
To be continued...