In the following two or three days, Yan Nandu lived rather comfortably. Although troubled in his mind, he knew deceiving Dongfang Sansan was the greatest victory.
So Yan Nan paid it no heed.
You Guardians want to kill the Heavenly King Flute, go ahead!
I don't oppose you killing him, as long as you can find him.
And from my side, it's like hiding a treasure chest; what could you possibly do to me?
Thinking of it this way, the world suddenly expands.
However, sometimes, he still went to check on the Heavenly King Flute who was nursing his wounds.
"Ning Zai Fei, this time you stirred up a hornet's nest."
When Yan Nan said this, his feelings were truly peculiar.
Honestly speaking, if Fang Che were really dead, among the hornets stirred by the Heavenly King Flute, he was definitely one!
