Ning Xuejian blushed and said, "The gap between me and Zheng Yuandong is not as big as you two and Sun Wutian, right?"

"hehe……"

The two laughed at the same time: "It will only be bigger than the gap between us and Sun Wutian, right? I don't know who was slapped two thousand seven hundred miles back then. The slap was so loud that people on both sides of the continent thought it was thunder.

.”

Ningxue Jian's face also turned dark.

"You two bitches are going to expose me, right?"

"Who is more..."

Dong Changfeng saw Ningxue Jian's ferocious gaze and hurriedly stopped and said: "Who asked you to stimulate us first..."

Ningxue Sword was furious: "Do you believe that if Zheng Yuandong were here now, I could poke a hole in him with one sword?"

Dong Changfeng rolled his eyes and said, "I don't believe you can make a fool of him even if you poke a hole in him and beat him to death."

"Good to you two! Good to you!"

Ningxuejian gritted his teeth: "You two will be fine in the morning. I will give you special training these days! These two worthless things are so embarrassing to the guardians! My face has been totally embarrassed by you!"

Rui Qianshan's face was ferocious, and he obviously wanted to beat the two of them violently in the name of special training. He made no secret of his plan.

But Yang Luoyu and the two looked like dead pigs and were not afraid of boiling water.

Special training is special training.

Who is afraid of you! We are not afraid of death, but are we afraid of your special training?

They couldn't help but sigh: "Thanks to the special training of the Silver Wolf from the Eastern Military Advisor..."

Dong Changfeng was full of sadness.

"Yes... otherwise I may not be able to take this knife..."

Yang Luoyu felt lingering fear.

Ningxue Jian's face was dark: "You two bitches...I rushed to save you...the credit actually went to Brother Ninth! This trip of labor and management was purely unnecessary..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Shanhe's voice sounded outside: "Master Jian Jian, I'm humble..."

brush.

An aura of ice, snow and cold suddenly enveloped the place.

Just this breath can make people feel how cold and aloof the people inside are.

Ningxue Sword stood up with his hands behind his hands, his body like a sword, as if he wanted to pierce the void.

I walked out as cold as snow, as cold as ice, spotless, with white clothes like snow, and a temperament like the moon in the sky.

His voice was filled with enough ice to freeze someone to death: "What's the matter?"

Inside the room.

Dong Changfeng and Yang Luoyu looked disgusted: "Bah...bah, bah, bah...but it disgusts me to death..."

…

Fang Che was in the study, looking at the lonely lamp like a bean, waiting for Sun Wutian to come back.

His eyes were as ice-like as snow.

Deep in his eyes, rows of people's names and rows of people's figures flashed slowly.

That was the road in a war zone. On the stone walls on both sides, there were those heroic names, those heroes whose fame lasted forever.

In the secret realm, he would rather let his son die in battle than use it to alert everyone.

All of them have stern faces and awe-inspiring righteousness.

Every time he thought of the names on both sides, Fang Che seemed to hear the sound of a sword that would rather break than bend.

How majestic that is.

What a hero!

But... on this continent, there are still people like the Murong family. They are rebellious, unconscionable, and outraged by both humans and gods!
Chapter completed!