Chapter 879: The King Doesn't See the King 10

"Secretly helping? At this time, which force is secretly helping us? The ministers dispersed, but Yan Lin lowered his voice and looked at Feng Wuxin.

How can someone secretly help each other? What's going on?

Feng Wuxin's eyes flashed with a glimmer of light when he heard this, and his eyes quickly fluctuated a few times, and he glanced in the direction of the southern checkpoint.

Is it really her? Is it really her who came to help?

Five fingers clenched the battle report, well done.

A hint of relief flashed in his eyes, and Feng Wuxin turned to Yan Lin and said, "This should be a matter of the intelligence department, this time there is no insight first, and the original appearance has not yet settled accounts with you." ”

Speaking of this, he suddenly glanced at Yan Lin deeply, and said earnestly: "Also, there are some things that I think about twice in my heart, and I want to wronged the wrong person and take the wrong step."

In the future, if you want to turn back, I'm afraid it will be difficult. ”

Throwing down this ambiguous word, Feng Wuxin turned around and walked towards the main hall, the war was still very tight.

Yan Lin was slightly stunned, what does Feng Wuxin mean by this? What is he alluding to?

His brows furrowed slightly, and Yan Lin was silent.

The cold wind whistled by, and the cold was biting.

Half of the hundreds of thousands of poison-tailed bees were burned, and the other half did not cause any major damage to the southern checkpoint, which solved a crisis at the end of the world.

However, at this time, Wangtianya is still in crisis, and no one can cheer and rejoice, and cannot relax.

The sky is overcast and cold, and the snow is flying in winter.

At the Lizhou checkpoint, after a few days of snowfall, it is difficult to find the sun today.

The temperatureless sunlight shining on the earth, melting everything, only made it even colder.

The small country in front of the Brahma Pavilion forces has been completely repelled by Wangtianya, and in this splendid golden sun, the Brahma Pavilion forces, which have not been hoarded here, have begun to really move.

The cold wind is blowing, and the cold enters the heart and lungs.

Yun Jitian stood tall above the Lizhou City Tower in an iron-black robe, his silver hair fluttering in the cold wind.

There is no movement or gesture, but he is not angry and self-threatening, and he is intimidating the Quartet.

Under the city wall full of bright red blood, a dark red light appeared in the golden sun, and the red, reflecting the iron black and silver white of Yun Jitian's body, was even more solemn and bloody.

Standing high on the city wall, Yun Jitian put his hands in his sleeve robe, and looked coldly ahead with cold eyes.