"Lord of the great Luo palace, Ning Tao, drive here," Gu Yiming deliberately lengthened his voice, a long way.
This voice is constantly echoing in the Xianwu gate.
Quiet, quiet for a second.
The next moment, the whole clan became a sensation. Together with the eastern alliance stationed in the Xianwu mountains, they all flew here like locusts.
"Whoosh Whoosh, whoosh... "
Just for a moment, the vast and empty xianwumen square was filled with people.
At the head, there was a tall, burly and overbearing figure, a familiar old man of vicissitudes, and a dignified old man of Dragon Robe, who knelt down with the crowd.
"We welcome Lord Ning Tao!"
Nearly a million people in unison, enough to ring through the sky.
"Step on..."
All of a sudden, a faint sound of footsteps, slow or slow, lingering in my heart, and a faint Laughter: "you all get up, no need to be polite."
"Master Xie..."
Only after they had given thanks did they dare to raise their heads.
It's war?
Or, to save ye'er?
I can't help but fall into a dilemma!