This is a sentence in the preface to Tengwang Pavilion, and every high school student in China has memorized it.

"Haha." Meng Cizong smiled awkwardly.

It was a very nice name, but when Mo Xiu said it, Meng Cizong himself felt a sense of guilt.

Sun Chen introduced: "My name is Sun Chen and his name is Mo Xiu."

"These two names... I seem to have seen them somewhere!"

Meng Cizong frowned, having an impression of their names, but couldn't remember them for a while.

"It's a good thing that I can't remember it. To the people of Tianzhu, I am a heinous devil." Sun Chen said with a smile.

Sun Chen killed the only twelfth-level genius in Tianzhu, and was regarded as a devil by the believers of the Three Gods. This was evident in Karakolun last night.

Meng Cizong showed a strange expression and continued to think about the names of the two people.

Suddenly, Meng Cizong asked in a low voice: "Did you really bomb the military base in New Delhi early this morning?"

"Didn't you guess it?" Sun Chen said with a smile.

"It's really you?!"

Meng Cizong said excitedly: "I don't know if my guess is right, so I confirmed that it is really you!"

While talking, Meng Cizong looked the two of them up and down again and found that both of them were so young. No matter how he looked at them, he could not tell that they were fierce men who destroyed military bases. He couldn't help but look at them with admiration.

Mo Xiu continued to look at Meng Cizong's dirty house and said strangely: "Aren't you from Dian City? Why are you not doing so well when you come to Tianzhu?"

This leaky house can be identified as the residence of Meng Ci Zong at a glance. There are piles of Meng Ci Zong's clothes everywhere.

Judging from Meng Ci Zong's IQ, he shouldn't have been so poor, let alone come to Tianzhu to live there.
Chapter completed!