It was another rare sunny day in early winter. Aiden Feng and Ludan looked at each other as they sat in the magnificent room.
At this point, no matter how much hatred they had, they were now grasshoppers on the same line, dead or alive, two standard brothers in distress. Aiden Feng also knew that the old hags in the priest's academy were 99% not human psychologically, and no matter how bad Lu Dan was, at least he was the only close ally.
Based on the principle of survival, Aiden Feng did not bother to consider that his knowledge could only be used for the construction of Xilei. He talked about the stories in his stomach for several hours and drank five pots of hot tea. His mouth was still so dry that it seemed to be cracked. Finally, he looked at Lu Dan expectantly and asked carefully: "Has the national teacher been inspired by these beautiful myths and stories and come up with a way to make miracles happen?"
Lu Dan shook his head and said, "The story that King Ming told is incredible. What enlightenment can it provide?"
Aiden Feng was also in a bad mood and immediately sneered. He could come up with such a complicated plan to lure himself away from Landon Rong, but why couldn't he think of a way to deal with a few old hags whose teeth were almost falling out?
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