Jian Wushuang's face was full of black lines. Looking at the magnificent posture of the Heavenly Court in the Heavenly Realm, he was afraid that even if he really wanted to attack the lair of Zhen Wuyang, he would not be able to.
"I'm not thinking of doing anything. You've misunderstood." Jian Wushuang smiled bitterly and then told the whole story.
In the end, there was silence in the Boyang Bottle, which was then followed by a burst of excitement that could not be suppressed.
"That's great! Young Friend, you can continue to maintain your relationship with that troublesome Young Emperor and gain his trust. When the three of us recover, we can come and destroy Zhen Wuyang's old nest. It's so convenient and fast!"
"T-that's not very good." Jian Wushuang's mouth twitched.
"Young Friend, don't feel too much psychological pressure. Just act as usual and make your presence known. Leave the rest to us!"
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