There was silence in the forest, and there was no sound of the night wind.

Ye Dun's voice, incomparably clear into the three people's ears, let them all produce a surprise.

Especially Xuanyuan Xiu, he even suspected that he had auditory hallucinations. He couldn't believe what he had just heard. Ye Dun, would like to help him condense his body first and rebirth by borrowing a shell?

"Ye Dust, what you just said... Seriously? " Even Xuanyuan Xiu, an old monster who has lived for hundreds of thousands of years, can't help trembling at this time, and some can't accept it.

As for Zuo Qiu-mei and the Saint King of...