"Xu'er, are you here?" Only a few days later, Nie tingjun was no longer calm. His face, which had been well maintained before, was also extremely pale. Wrinkles appeared on his face like an earthquake. That is to say, these words seemed to have consumed his whole body's strength, and he gasped.

four days ago, Nie Jiajin army and Luo Changrui fought at the same time, but they lost a little bit. They spent their brains, energy, energy and heart to hand over 500 million yuan to Yun Feiyang. After Nie Xu was safely replaced, he fell ill in bed.

"well, Grandpa, lie down!" Nie Xu took a few steps...