Zhao Wuji's face was livid. He turned his head slowly. His neck was blue and his neck was blue. He glared at the figure behind him.

"Xie Chengwu......"

"yes, it's your old friend. I've been waiting for you so hard tonight. I'm looking forward to you at last." Xie Chengwu, smiling, stood at the door of the room. It seemed that he had sealed the escape route of these people in black, intentionally or unintentionally, which made Zhao Wuji and others in dilemma.

"OK, Xie Chengwu, you're so good. Today, Zhao Wuji will plant it. The green mountain will not change. The green water will flow for a long time....