"He is also in the imperial realm, the first era of Jiu Kong Si." Xu Lai pointed at Sikong Jiu.

“…”

The Eight Desert Ding suddenly stopped talking.

Sikong Jiu had blue veins on his forehead: "Hey, hey, why don't you talk anymore!"

"Jiu Kongsi, my master mentioned you."

The spirit of the Eight Desert Cauldron said in a deep voice: "What a pity."

"It's a pity."

Sikong Jiu sighed lightly, as if he was recalling the glorious years of the past, and memories flashed in his eyes:

"I can't keep my name in history books, but it's a pity..."

"It's a pity that you didn't die."

The Eight Desert Ding continued to talk.

"ha???"

Sikong Jiu was a little suspicious that he had heard it wrong.

"The Six-winged God Clan was driven to the Beihai indirectly because the Nine Kings Palace was chasing you, otherwise he would still live a life of peace and stability in the depths of the fairyland."

Bahuangding Ding added: "My master said that it would be great if you had died early."

“!!!”

Sikong Jiuqi's head was filled with smoke: "Don't stop me, I must raise the bones of this stinky brat Li Bahuang today."

The following are all kinds of difficult things, what young people don’t know how to respect seniors, what are the arrogant and arrogant people without emperor virtues...

"My master is still alive." Bahuangding spoke slowly.

"Li Bahuang is a good guy." Sikong Jiu said without blushing.

"I lied to you."
Chapter completed!