"Good harvest?" Lin Xie, with the main leader of the Phoenix army, is smiling at the pile of money in front of him. Mo Lang is a little jealous and a little unconvinced. "If I went today, it would be more than you!"

"don't boast, I won't believe it, boss. How about the 700 people outside? A little exercise, and then let them change their minds, accept our thoughts of the Phoenix army, and ensure that they are another elite of the battalion! " Yunshan asked for help and said that Lin Xie didn't speak. Waiting for him, Yunshan looked at Lin Xie's smile and murmured, "how can I feel...