"Um?"

Yang Jiyou looked up suddenly, and his eyes flashed with horror:

"who?"

Young Master Feng?

Without waiting for the guard to answer, a person appeared at the entrance of the underground palace.

A young man, with a very tall figure, almost two meters tall, and his appearance was so handsome that he had no flaws.

He was wearing a linen-colored ancient style robe, which looked very ordinary, but it was cut a little more, and a little smaller, tighter.

The long black hair, like a waterfall, was combed meticulously, emitting waves of light.

But all of this is far less than his eyes.

Those eyes were like stars.

"Who are you……!"

The young man smiled softly:

"My name is Feng Heguang, and my name is Feng Wuchen coming out."

Yang Jiyou was so scared that his legs became weak, and he knelt on the ground with a thump, sweating profusely.

Damn it.

He is...!

The Qinglong clan, the two contemporary gods, are harmonious and dust.
Chapter completed!