The rumors that Li Chengkong ascended did not make Zhennan City decline, but instead became increasingly prosperous and even became a city that never sleeps.

It was a hustle and quieter all night.

Dugu Xian walked on the street, his steps were lazily, and he was bored by the crowd.

Wan Zhen walked side by side with him.

"Lao Wan, don't stare so wide, how can there be so many assassins?" Dugu Xian said with a smile.

Wan Zhen didn't say anything, and kept looking around.

Dugu Xian's smile stopped abruptly and said in surprise: "Oh, there are really people who are not afraid of death!"

Wan Zhen hurriedly said, "Are there any assassins?"

"Well, it's nine o'clock." Dugu Xian shook his head and said, "It's really inexplicable. Some people really don't give up."

How many times have I been assassinated? Which time has I succeeded?

Why do some people feel unwilling to accept it? They always think that others can’t do it, but they may not be able to do it.

There are too many idiots in this world!

Wan Zhen frowned and his eyes swept over like lightning.

He is no longer surprised by his keenness towards Dugu Xian. His talent is so annoying and there is no fairness to say.

"Did you see it?"

"They are two children." Wan Zhen frowned.

"Aunt Yuan was in seclusion, and Yuan Ziyan had no heads, so they became more and more rampant!" Dugu Xian snorted: "I actually let the child be an assassin, and he is inhumane!"

Wan Zhen said: "Little Prince, let's retreat."
Chapter completed!