"That's it, let's join forces. However, you want to dig Yu Wenjing's sergeants into your brother's camp."

"This is impossible. The people who follow him are all dead soldiers. There are also many people in the family who follow him in life and death, as well as several brothers and sisters."

"Didn't you just break away from Yu Wenjing? Since you can come out, the other people may not be bound by life or death." Yu Wen Luoshuang looked at Yu Wenhao in a daze evilly, and then went back to minding his own business.

He continued, "It's not that none of his children are dissatisfied with him, they are just afraid of his power."

"It's just that they don't get along very well with me."

"In the face of interests, there are no permanent enemies."

As Yuwen Luoshuang finished speaking, Yu Wenhao nodded unconsciously. Although he was not very satisfied with those brothers and sisters, with their strength, they could become his strongest enemy, such as Yu Wenjing's

eldest son.

As Yu Wenhao left, Yu Wen Luoshuang lazily sat down on the chair. Then she looked at the hidden shadow beside her and slightly bent her fingers.

"How much truth does he say?"

"Jiufen is real."

"Oh? That's how much you trust him?"

"Although he is very thoughtful, he is still a very good chess piece for us at the moment."

Yuwen Luoshuang cast an evil look at Feng Xinglang on the other side, then stretched out her hand, pinched a piece of pastry and stuffed it into her mouth, and then stuffed another piece of pastry into her spiritual pet's mouth.

"What do you think?"

"Yu Wenhao is much less reliable than Yu Wenjing. But what he said this time is actually true."

"Then I believe it."

Then Yuwen Luoshuang lazily leaned on the spiritual pet. Suddenly, severe pain began to appear in her head again. As her shoulders trembled slightly, Feng Xinglang beside her quickly touched her.

The acupuncture points made her fall into a drowsy sleep.

In the faint sunshine, Feng Xinglang glanced at the black shadow worriedly.

Like an endless reciprocation, Yuwen Luoshuang's headache began to recur again, and it was more serious than before. Feng Xinglang and the shadow beside him could only worry.

Because under this situation, their spiritual power could no longer be transmitted into her body. In other words, Yuwen Luoshuang could only rely on herself for the next thing.

When the first ray of sunlight in the morning shone into Yuwen Luoshuang's tent, the spiritual pet had already stretched himself and started to wake up.

Since the armies of several parties have been looking for allies in the past few days, the whole world seems to have become extremely peaceful.

Even people from the demon world rarely appear on the Eastern Continent, and all the streets are empty.

At this point, the Eastern Continent is regarded as the best main battlefield between several armies, but the current scene has not yet filled the air with smoke.

Listening to the slight sound of his spiritual pet moving around, Yuwen Luoshuang turned sideways slightly, and then fell into a dazed sleep.

For her who hadn't slept all night, being able to close her eyes and fall asleep was an extremely luxurious thing.
Chapter completed!