He smiled and said: Yin Nian, it’s amazing to be the patron saint of the weak.

Yin Nian was surprised.

Luo Wushuang continued: But I hope you can become the patron saint of everyone the next time you come in.

Go ahead.

A flower before my eyes.

Yin Nian was pushed out directly.

Lift your head again.

They had already left the front line, and the scenes of blood and flesh were gone. The fragrance of flowers and the chirping of birds were all around, which instantly relaxed Yin Nian's nerves.

Yin Nian!

The person who went this time has not yet finished speaking about Ruan Qingjuan.

I saw the group of reserve chiefs who came out together suddenly rushed over.

Yin Nian!

Come on! Yin Nian, I have something to say before I say goodbye!

Go, go, go!

Ruan Qingjuan was knocked out with a bang and spun around in circles several times.

Yin Nian, on the other hand, was once again surrounded by a group of reserve chiefs, and floated away like a cloud.
Chapter completed!