Sun Xiaomei seemed to understand what Ye Jian meant, and her eyes lit up immediately, and then there was a trace of murderous intent on her face.

After a cup of tea, the young man opened his eyes directly, and the golden Buddha light flashed in his pupils, full of wisdom, "Liu Zicheng has met the Lord."

As he said that, he knelt down at Ye Jian, looking directly at Sun Xiaomei beside him, dumbfounded.

"Okay, get up, heal the wound again first, and wait for my order." Ye Jian ordered directly.

"Yes." Liu Zicheng responded lightly, with an extremely humble expression. After saying that, he sat cross-legged on his own and began to heal his injuries.

"Brother Ye, what's going on... what's going on? Why did he listen to you so much?" Sun Xiaomei opened her mouth and asked.

"This is a secret." Ye Jian smiled faintly, without too much explanation.

When the latter heard that this was a secret, he immediately shut up and stopped asking questions.

Time flies away in a hurry, and two days pass in the blink of an eye.

In the Ziyan Mountains, on a high and steep peak, a burly man stood alone on the top of the peak, his aura was like a sea, and his clothes were blowing.
Chapter completed!