"Little... little..." The boy was startled and frightened: "Little..."

"It's no use!"

The old man blew his beard and glared: "Tell him that we will send out troops tomorrow to attack Nanzheng first and then defeat Beiwei. Our ancestors want him to be the master of the world!"

Ignoring the looks from the tea drinkers looking at the madman, the old man threw down a few coins, put his hands behind his back, and proudly walked downstairs with his head held high.

The clouds are thin and the spring sun is warm.

Seeing the lively scene, the old man felt a bit lonely and lost in his heart.

There is no opponent, no one to fight with.

Life is really as lonely as snow...

He shook his head and sighed again, feeling extremely lonely.

After turning a few corners, the old man who was attracted by the smell of steamed buns suddenly turned around. He stared at a handsome man in a green robe and bamboo crown with a sad face, looking at him.

Qinglijun...

The old man was slightly surprised, but not panicked.

Qingli Jun has always been inferior to him, not to mention, he and Qingli Jun have always been on good terms.

"woke up?"

Before the old man came forward to talk cheerfully, Qing Lijun raised his eyebrows feebly and spoke lazily:

"When did you wake up?"

"Three days ago, three days ago, although Wang Qiuyi was strong, I was still better!"

The old man's face was full of smiles: "Brother, after being reborn from death, my immortal golden body is even better! Even if Wang Qiuyi comes back to life, I..."

"Let's go." Qing Lijun interrupted him and said weakly: "Come with me."

"Where to go?" The old man was stunned.

"Huh~"

The man in the green robe and bamboo crown trembled. He took a deep breath and said with a helpless smile:

"Brother, have you ever heard of Butian?"
Chapter completed!