Zheng Shaogong, Wan Guan and the wind binding are already in place.

At the same time, around the hall, there have been 800 good players from Nine Shima Longshan.

Everyone held the sword soldiers, urged the soul, stared at the door, waiting quietly.

Soon, Qiu Zi led Bai Ye and others to come to the Dragon Hall.

"Qiu Yuzun is here!"

Gao Ka's shouting sounded.

Qiu Dali took someone into the Dragon Temple, and hugged his fist at Zheng Shaokong, who was sitting on it.

"Zheng Yuzun!"

"Qiu Yuzun, I wonder if you have previously promised to me, are you ready?"

Zheng Shaoong smiled and asked.

"I have prepared seven seven eight, Zheng Yuzun, please give me another hour. I will sort it a little, and then dedicate it to you!"

Qiu Dali is busy saying.

"How? Let's wait another hour?"

Zheng Shaogong suddenly changed his face, and he said impatiently: "Qiu Yuzun, what do you mean? Are you nothing?"

"How can we do so many people, how can we make up what you want?"

"So why wait for an hour? Why not give me now?"

"Zheng Yuzun, don't I say it, we need to sort it out!"

"This still takes time? I think you didn't make up at all, but it's just perfunctory of me!"
Chapter completed!