"Two fellow Taoists, long time no see."

At this moment, a teasing voice suddenly sounded.

When he heard this sentence, Wang Jian's expression suddenly changed.

Even Zhao Yu, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground and was about to start enlightenment, quickly stood up.

The next moment, Wang Mang's figure suddenly appeared in the sight of the two of them.

The deep sky blue Taoist robe looms over his face.

Staring at this mysterious visitor, Wang Jian couldn't help but frown.

"Who is coming?"

When speaking, Wang Jian deliberately added Taoist rhyme to his words.

Trying this can scare Wang Mang.

The strong wind brought by the Taoist rhyme made Wang Mang's Taoist robe rustle.

At this moment, Wang Mang took off his clothes and hat and said with great interest: "What? You don't recognize me so soon?"

Looking at the faces under the clothes and hats, the pupils in their eyes suddenly shrank.

"So possible!"

"Aren't you dead?"

Wang Jian's face was full of disbelief.

After hearing what he said, Wang Mang originally wanted to tell the truth.

But he suddenly thought of what the clone had said before.

After thinking about this, Wang Mang also pretended to be profound and said:

"True and false, false and true, who can tell clearly."
Chapter completed!