"Wang Feng, don't be ungrateful. You can sit on the throne, and so can I. I'm not here to listen to your nonsense. If you have any concerns, Brother Liang can find someone else to do something. In the imperial city, you're not the only one who covets the throne!"
The silent Xing Feng finally spoke.
Wang Feng immediately panicked. This was a rare opportunity. He had already planned for decades.
Now, it was as if the heavens were helping him. If he picked peaches for others, he would probably regret it!
"Do you have any objections?"
Gong Ziliang turned around and was about to leave.
"Wait, tonight it is. I'll risk it!"
Wang Feng gritted his teeth and agreed.
Man proposes and God disposes. Moreover, there was a True Martial big shot helping!
If he could even lose like this, he, Wang Feng, would directly devour a thousand-pound lion in front of the Prince of Duan's Mansion without chewing!
