Zhao Lingxin walked steadily. Down to the underground floor, the Royal Guards are fully equipped with weapons and ready for combat.
The sound of Zhao Lingxin's footsteps echoed throughout the basement. Every time the footsteps echoed, it must make the heart of the Brother Dragon feel trembling in fear. Who would not know a mighty person that shook the heavens in front of him?
This is no longer an ancient era. They must keep the face of the emperor secret, As long as you have the yuan banknote in hand, it was enough to see the intricate carvings of Zhao Lingxin. Not to mention that now there was both a television broadcasting of Zhao Lingxin. It was impossible not to remember Zhao Lingxin.
Brother Dragon did not sense Zhao Lingxin's profound energy. But it is strange. He felt he was falling into an ice cave when Zhao Lingxin looked at him.
