The granddaughter of Vice-Chief Master Yan was so attentive to her, and she was as affectionate and affectionate as a family member.

What about me? Who will take care of me?

Can you give me some food with chopsticks? I’m not the one who eats the food, I’m the one who cares about the treatment...

Today is obviously a good day.

Bing Tianxue and Sun Wutian are both excellent in conversation.

Talking about the world back then, from 10,000 years ago to now, is full of regrets.

Looking back on the past, looking at the present, and looking forward to the future, the two of them were talking the whole time, and the conversation was extremely lively.

Shadow Demon was depressed while eating food and drinking, one cup after another.

His resentful eyes looked at Feng Yun from time to time.

Feng Yun looked helpless, I really can't help it, are you of any use to Yan Beihan? Why are they fawning over you?

Don't look at me, there's nothing you can do if you look at me!

"Speaking of those days...hey..."

Sun Wutian's eyes were a little far-sighted: "What kind of time were those... gods fighting every day?"

"The ten leaders of the Only Self Orthodox Church have risen, with countless gods and demons under their command, and all parties have come to surrender; the guardians Dongfang Sansan and Xue Fuxiao and others have risen at the same time, and both sides are fighting to the death. Fengyunqi monitors and suppresses the world, and there are also wars of all kinds.

Heroes are rising from all sides! Countless organizations are strangulating between heaven and earth!"

"Everyone wants to dominate the continent and become the overlord of the continent!"

"Every day was turned upside down. There were not many people on the Guardian side at that time, and the most prominent ones were the top ten leaders of the Weapon Orthodox Sect and the top ten world monitors of Fengyunqi! It was like beating a dog's brain out every day

!”

"Whenever anyone steps forward, it will be a turmoil. Back then, the white-clothed sword god Fang Yunzheng and the black-winged sword master Mo Wubai rushed into the Shenjing City, which is now the headquarters of the Solipsism. That battle turned the world upside down, that battle...

…I’m in it too.”

Sun Wutian's eyes were in a trance as he talked about what happened back then.

When Bing Tianxue heard the name of 'White Sword God Fang Yunzheng', her bright eyes lowered, she sighed silently, picked up the wine glass in front of her, and drank it all in one gulp.

Sun Wutian's voice was erratic, and he said: "At the beginning, Mo Wubai withstood Xiang Beidou with one sword and resisted the siege of Hanyan and I. Fang Yunzheng desperately killed the blood that originally belonged to Yan Nan and their sworn brothers under the siege of Wu Xiao and Bai Jing.
Chapter completed!