Chen Yuan touched his chest, suppressed the surging residual evil spirit and death energy, and suddenly raised his voice: "It's this time, and if you still don't come out, do you want me to invite you?"

All around, there was silence.

Chen Yuan's face turned cold and he raised his hand to grab the remains of a copper furnace!

"Hee hee hee……"

There was a chuckle, and an uncertain woman in a white dress appeared on the spot. Her face was pale, and she smiled sweetly. She twisted her body to avoid Chen Yuan's divine power, and said angrily: "Why are you so rude?

The slave family also said that the young man is an elegant man." With a frown and a smile, he revealed his charming weak and morbid beauty.

"Who are you?" Chen Yuan stopped his hands and stood still, unmoved.

"It's so boring," the woman stood still, "I am the emperor's disciple. Seeing that the young man is so energetic and strong, I want to invite the young man on behalf of the emperor."

"Your emperor?" Chen Yuan's eyelids twitched, "Emperor of Xiyue?"

"That's right." The woman covered her mouth and whispered softly: "Young man, please don't be fooled by that bitch. Who wouldn't like a man like him? The emperor is so interested in you that it's too late. How can you ask for guilt? Instead of joining those people
Chapter completed!