Li Lue, who later generations called the "Sun God", was one of them. He turned into a sun and hung on the northwest city. In just one moment, the city had turned into ashes..."

At this point, the room was silent, Yang Jian’s eyebrows were full of cold evil, but Yang Yu was thinking.

In the same corner of the future, what Zhang Xuan said and what Wang Mu saw seemed to have a considerable difference...

It was heard that the needle fell in the room, and Zhang Xuan felt a little guilty for no reason. He was really in awe of the two people in front of him...

"Sun God?"

Yang Jian tapped on the table and wanted to get up:

"I want to see how capable this sun god is, and dare to burn the northwest!"

Seeing Yang Jian's angry arise, Zhang Xuan suddenly felt a little numb. He was really not familiar with this person, but he knew that his words might have a counterproductive effect, so he couldn't help but look at the other person.

"sit down!"

Yang Yu raised his hand and pressed his shoulder, his expression did not change much. Similar words, Wang Muzhi had said many years ago.

"The past cannot be changed, and the future has not yet been decided. There is no need to be afraid, nor do you have to be angry..."

Yang Yu changed his tone and asked:
Chapter completed!