At this time, there is nothing to say. Zhou Huotian continues his uprightness and nods heavily. The mountain is behind him. A knife cuts off the wings of an eagle.

"now that I see it, I'll tell you the answer directly." Chu zhaoyue stood for a while and said a few words. The feeling of vomiting was not so serious, and his face was slightly better. However, on the face with better color, he was still dignified. "These animals, whether they are eagles in the sky or wolves on the ground, are not controlled by demagogues. There is no smell of demagogues in them or in their bodies."

"not controlled...