Long Yinsui relaxed, barely sitting down, his figure flashed by, and he came to the side of the white-bearded elder.
"Guest Room Department, why are you here?"
Long Yinsui looked surprised at the white-bearded elder. Some of them were truly incredible.
Wen Yan, a white-bearded elder, unseen light: "Long Zi, it's actually you! Did you come for the ruins of the Samurai Palace this time?"
Long Yinsui nodded: "Arrived at eleven, but now..."
At that moment, his face showed intense shame.
No one expected the ruins of the strong to be so dangerous, if not for the arrogance of Cangsheng River, they would have long perished.
The white-bearded elder heard his words, and with a bitter smile said: "In the ruins of Heaven's strongest, you haven't lost an entire battalion. You've done well!"
"Heaven?"
At first hearing these three words, Long Yinsui.
"Gather your strength in your husband and follow him through the abyss!"
Seeing the train stop, the white-haired elder repeated.
