Jun Xiaoyao overlooked one thing. The less available something is, the more coveted it is.

…

Just three days passed.

During this period of time, the entire ancient Zhuque Kingdom still did not relax its vigilance.

However, with Jun Xiaoyao and the four guards of Feng Linhuoshan holding the battle, the people in the entire ancient country were obviously much more peaceful.

Jun Xiaoyao has been leisurely these past few days, either playing the piano or going to the hot springs.

At this moment, in the Vermillion Bird Spring, Jun Linglong was making tea and serving him.

Jun Xiaoyao said calmly: "If that guy doesn't come again, I will go find him."

"Gee, that person is probably afraid of Young Master, but he probably won't give up easily." Jun Linglong said with a smile.

Sure enough, at this moment, Jun Xuehuang outside made a report: "Reporting to the Son of God, the coalition forces of the three ancient countries are marching towards the imperial capital again."

"Is it finally here? Let me wait."

Jun Xiaoyao stood up, and Jun Linglong thoughtfully changed his clothes.

Dressed in white clothes, Jun Xiaoyao was pure and white, with a playful smile on his face.
Chapter completed!