Chen Liuhe smiled again, said nothing more, and hung up the phone silently.

Things have developed to this extent, and it is time for Li Tiangong to do something.

In this game that is destined to be tragic, it is impossible for Li Tiangong's hands not to be stained with blood, and it is impossible not to bleed.

Liyou's sincerity alone is far from enough!

In Chen Liuhe's heart, even if Li Tiangong is not cannon fodder, it is not far behind.

He would not treat Litian Palace as a decoration and not use it.

", all we need is the east wind..." Chen Liuhe laughed meaningfully.

In the blink of an eye, three days passed.

Chen Liuhe also left the town where he had stayed for more than half a month.

When he left, he waved his sleeves and took nothing with him.

The bustling and noisy metropolis Guangcheng.
Chapter completed!