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527 We, must win, the 47th time for the crown of the summer star general(2/2)

Marshal Zhou curled his lips and sneered, and said: "If we win, we must win with integrity. We can't let people say that I took advantage of Marshal Yang!"

At this point, he changed the subject and said proudly: "And I just received news that a war broke out in the border area not long ago, and several of Marshal Yang's killers were injured. It will not be easy to recover within three days.

"

When Zhou Yunhao heard this, he immediately said happily: "Then we are bound to win, right?"

"We will win!"

Dashuai Zhou is full of confidence.



Wuqu Palace, Yang Mansion, Hall.

Marshal Yang put down the phone with a heavy expression.

"Dad, what's going on?" Yang Suqin asked immediately after noticing that Marshal Yang didn't look good.

"There is war on the border. There was a fierce battle just now. Several killing gods were injured. Even if they come back, it will be of no use... I'm afraid we will lose in the competition in three days!" Marshal Yang's expression was still solemn.

Yang Suqin and Yan Mo both looked surprised: "What should we do?"

Marshal Yang said nothing and fell into deep thought.

Obviously, he didn't have any good ideas.

Chen Dong suddenly asked: "Grandpa, are the injuries of these killing gods serious?"

Marshal Yang said: "It's not too serious, but recovery within three days is still impossible..."

Hearing this, Chen Dong breathed a sigh of relief and said: "That's easy to handle. I have Xiong Shewan, which is very effective for both internal and external injuries. As long as the injury is not too serious, it can be recovered in a short time.

"

Chen Dong took out a small porcelain vase.

Neither Yang Dashuai nor Yang Suqin knew about this thing, but Yan Mo was extremely happy. He took it and checked it for a while, and said in amazement: "Mr. Chen, you actually have Xiong Shewan! As far as I know, this thing has not appeared for many years.

…”

Chen Dong smiled and said: "I have a friend who is an alchemist. I asked him for some before. It should be enough."

Yan Mo immediately turned to look at Marshal Yang and said: "Commander, Mr. Chen has Xiong Shewan. You can invite some killing gods to come back..."

Marshal Yang didn't understand these worldly things, but he still trusted Yan Mo and was ready to make a call immediately.

At this moment, Chen Dong suddenly said: "Grandpa, if you invite a few of them back, will you be able to defeat Marshal Zhou?"

Marshal Yang shook his head: "That's not necessarily true. The eight gods of death under me and the seven gods of war under Marshal Zhou are all about the same strength. It's hard to say who will win and who will lose..."

Yan Mo also sighed and said: "Yes, Xuanyuan Hu's opponent must be me. I can't guarantee that I can beat him..."

Hearing this, Chen Dong said: "In that case, don't invite these killing gods to come back. Let them recuperate at the border!"

Marshal Yang asked strangely: "What do you mean?"

Chen Dong replied: "We need three people here, Brother Yan Mo counts as one, and I will find the other two."
Chapter completed!
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