Standing on the high post, looking at all the familiar, Qingru, with a faint smile on his face, said, "Husband, Vientiane Zong is doomed to lose Hercules!"

He Tian laughed and Qingru said only one word, but he had interpreted everything.

Yeah, Hercules is about to die. Time is running out. Sooner or later, it will be completely lost.

Now in exchange for these things, there are still some gains, no, not some gains, for Vientiane Zong, this will be very big gains, can let Vientiane Zong have a brighter future.

"How do they choose?" He Tian asked, smiling at Qingru.

"Is that still a question? In fact, they are...