War God's Revenge

Bai Ziyou was stunned and nodded after all.

"If it were a white bone society, maybe not, but the Ye family..."

Speaking of this, Bai Ziyou's voice suddenly stopped.

Needless to say, ye Tian can understand.

"Ye Jia!"

The smile around Ye Tian's mouth also converged for a moment.

"You're right. Who could have thought that the Ye family withdrew from the capital and secretly took root in Northern Xinjiang as early as a few years ago?"

"Besides, there is not only one ye family, but also Wumeng, and... Winners!"

Bai Ziyou nodded: "yes, in Wumeng, the Apocalypse is in Northern Xinjiang! As for the Ye family and the winner, there is no news yet!"

"No hurry!"

Ye Tian shook his head and looked indifferent: "rats will not stay underground forever. When they can't help sticking out their heads, they will die."

"What Sir means!"

Ye Tian smiled gently: "wait, whether it's the birthday of the Zhu family's old master or the Dabi of the Beitian Pavilion, they will be unbearable and lonely."

"I see!" Bai Ziyou nodded. She knew that ye Tian wanted to lead the snake out of the cave and catch it all.

"Well, tell Lin Kui and Zhu Huang that movements can be made bigger. How can mice be fooled if they don't throw some bait!"

"Yes!"

Bai Ziyou nodded and said, "Sir, what about Xuanyuan, Baili and Zhuge?"

She said, of course, is the ancestor of the previous three royal families.

They arrive in Northern Xinjiang first, and maybe they will have a harvest!

"I almost forgot if you didn't say it!"

Ye Tian turned his head, picked up his hands and strode out.

"Come on, come with me. Those three old guys are probably in a hurry."

......

Bei'an City, the western edge of the market area.

A stall selling breakfast, simple, simple, but very lively.

There is no other reason. The breakfast here is cheaper and sufficient than other places.

Taste, not to mention.

Although it has only been open for a month, it is already a booth with good business.

At the moment, the time for breakfast has passed, and there are only three or two diners in the small stall.

Two old men with white hair are limping and busy at the booth.

An old woman was cooking noodles in a small kitchen, very quiet and peaceful.