Jiang Ziyu counted with his fingers again, and said in surprise: "Ye Emperor, although I can't calculate your cause and effect, I can vaguely deduce that you have a deep connection with my Jiang family!"

"This kind of connection has only a weak relationship with me and my great-great-grandfather, but it has a strong relationship with the current Jiang family!"

Ye Xuan was about to put the Snow-raised Sword Gourd into his mouth, when he heard these words, his hands suddenly froze.

What is supposed to come will always come.

I just didn't expect that these words would come out of Jiang Ziyu's mouth.

Ye Xuan's face is a little dark.

Jiang Ziyu pretended not to see it and continued: "So, Emperor Ye, your current body should have the blood of my Jiang family!"

"So, Emperor Ye, you are half of my descendants!"

Jiang Ziyu looked at Ye Xuan's face getting darker and darker, and said with a serious face: "But you don't have to worry about it, Night Emperor. We all have our own business. You are Grandpa's master, and I am your descendant."

"Although this feeling is very strange..." Before Jiang Ziyu could finish his words, he hurriedly ducked to the side to avoid the heavy snow-raised sword gourd thrown by Ye Xuan.

"Don't be angry, Emperor Ye, I'm serious!"

Jiang Ziyu shouted.

Ye Xuan walked out of the chaos without looking back. With a shake of his big hand, the snow-raised sword gourd flew back automatically.
Chapter completed!