"What about us?" Xia Mi pointed at himself.

"I'll send you away from here. As soon as you get out, contact Su Xiaoqiang and the others to meet up and inform them to stay in the hotel from now on. There are many uncertainties in the Nibelungs. Orthodox people are also leaving in droves. The Dragon King's

They probably won't be able to help much in the battle, so it's better to stay on the ground and prepare to deal with some chaos when the dragon-slaying battlefield is completely intensified."

"Stay where you are, don't cause trouble for senior brother when you rush into the Nibelung, you understand!" Xia Mi nodded solemnly while holding the palace lantern.

Lin Nian glanced at her and nodded slightly, acquiescing to what the other party understood. The situation was too chaotic now. Each side was making its own plans. Countless conspiracies and conspiracies were crisscrossing the chessboard. The final place where they gathered was the Ni Ni underground.

Borungen, anyone who dares to get involved must be prepared to hang their head on their belt.

In short, if you go to the Nibelungen without two brushes, you will die. Lin Nian is already ready to go in and blow up the scene. If Su Xiaoqiang and the others were present, he would be restrained.

If Chu Zihang's bloodline is now stable, Lin Nian might take him with him, but now

"Take good care of your senior brother. He likes to show off his strength. Don't let him seize the opportunity to throw you away." Lin Nian warned Xia Mi again.

"I've already suffered a loss." Xia Mi reached out and grabbed Chu Zihang's arm and refused to let go, "I guarantee that he will never leave more than ten meters from me!"

Chu Zihang stood motionless, like the elm tree stake that the sloth was holding.

"Let's go." Lin Nian raised his head and glanced at the square on the east side of the Jinluan Palace. There, the light of the flashlight was looming, and a group of shadows rushed towards this side from the other end. He must have realized the situation here.

As soon as the night wind blew, the three people in front of His Highness Jinluan's stairs turned into thick ink and disappeared into the night, leaving more than five coffins burning with flames crackling in place.

When the figures from the east came one after another, they stood in front of five burning coffins, all of them had ugly faces, with anger and pain distorted in the firelight.

Li Qiuluo slowly walked out of the crowd. Under the firelight, she raised her hand to stop the subordinate who wanted to speak behind her. She looked at the five rising flames indifferently and pursed her lips slightly.
Chapter completed!