Xuan Yuanqingman gave Xiao Yang a white look. "Dogs can't spit Ivory out of their mouths."

Xiao Yang scratched his head and gave a bitter laugh.

"Well, you've been tired all night and you're still injured. Go and rest. When Lord Luo comes, I'll send someone to call you." Xuanyuan Qingman was indifferent to him.

Xiao Yang nodded, "Okay... Then I'm going to have a rest. Don't tell me, I'm really tired."

Last night in World War I, Xiao Yang killed thousands of enemies by one man, and then went all out to kill Yi Qingfeng, which naturally consumed a lot of physical strength.

He really needs a rest.

However,...