The two of them turned around and saw Murong Lian in white clothes flying lazily out of the darkness holding a pipe in his hand.
In addition to these heroic monuments, there are eight jade statues as tall as ten people on the top of War Spirit Mountain, respectively engraved with the seven kings since the founding of the Zhonghua Kingdom and one of the most remarkable national masters. Murong Lian was hiding behind one of the statues just now, and no one noticed his presence.
Aiden Mo stood up, looked at him condescendingly, and said coldly: "Wangshu Jun, why are you so boring?"
"I pay homage to my late father. After the sacrifice, I want to overlook the beautiful scenery of the world. My thoughts are like a dream. So I stand here and look at the mountains, water and floating clouds."
Murong Lian narrowed his eyes, took a puff of cigarette, and slowly exhaled: "Otherwise, Xihejun, you think I am willing to listen to such a ridiculous conversation? What about 'I want to atone for my sins', haha, it really made me laugh my teeth off."
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