"This guy is just a mediocre person, but the opportunity is too good and he lives too long. It is really not easy to kill her..."

Seeing his answer, Yang Yu was shocked and asked:

"I wonder how the outcome of that battle was won and lost several years ago?"

"Lost."

Zhang Xuanba was very calm.

"Lost, lost?"

Such a straightforward and neat answer made Yang Yu feel a little speechless for a moment. This man is really a bit different from the legend...

"Boy, you don't understand. Sometimes, it's better to lose. If you lose, it's better to lose!"

He looked at Yang Yu meaningfully, and Zhang Xuanba stood up, without seeing any movement. He had already gone around the corner. A few flashes had disappeared from the direction of the mountain pass.

The laughter echoed and lasted for a long time.

"Boy, I am missing a corpse-carrying man when I come out of seclusion this time. Look at you, if you have the courage, I will go with me tomorrow morning!"

"call!"

Yang Yu was silent for a moment, stood up, and responded loudly:

"What's not to dare?!"

In the howling night wind, the ghost baby poked his head out, looked at the direction Zhang Xuanba was heading, and heard his master's answer, and couldn't help but remind him:

"Master, you can't go with him, this old guy has already..."

The words came to an abrupt end. After being swept by Yang Yu's cold eyes, Guiying suddenly shuddered and swallowed the second half of the sentence.

But he couldn't help but mutter in his heart.
Chapter completed!