Vol 3 Chapter 807: Word of the year (1/2)

The golden light on the purple scorpion is only a very short time, and it is only a subconscious movement.

He just wants to give some hope to the people here, and maybe there are some awakened people.

Who knows that identity is recognized.

Originally standing still around, a group of people watching the excitement immediately fell down and looked devout.

Their hearts are extremely shocking.

Because many people have seen the purple scorpion before, but just thought that the other party is a poor acid imitator.

Everyone who had stood up before, once again, collapsed.

Their expressions were even more exciting, and they had already known the saints.

Yifan’s face was changed again, and some could not believe it.

Qingyi licked his mouth and had tears in his eyes. This is the purple scorpion that has disappeared for many years. He has been doing a great event.

Although he is a human being, he is already sanctified!

Li Yucheng’s body is also squatting. He is not excited, he is more excited than everyone else, and he is proud of having the grandson of Ziyan.

”Get up.”

The identity has been exposed, and the purple enamel is no longer concealed. I saw his golden light shining like a real saint.

Who would dare not listen to the sage?

Those who have previously laughed at the purple scorpion are even scared.

”Okay, it’s all gone.”

The purple sable waved gently, but this time there was no golden light.

The crowd once again bowed to the purple scorpion, and then left.

Yi Bufan stepped forward and grabbed the shoulders of Zi Yan. He said, ”If you are back, don't leave. It is your home!”

Qing Yi looked at Yi extraordinary and did not say anything.

”Go, please drink.”

Yi Bufan rushed to the back and said: ”When you call the three leaders, you say that Zi Yan is back. Also, you don't have to follow.”

After a few people left, Yifan looked up and down with purple eyes and screamed: ”It's amazing, it's amazing! I didn't expect you to become a saint after so many years.”

For the enthusiasm of Yiwu, Zizi is somewhat uncomfortable.

When I came to a pub, I just sat down, and the three leaders Angus arrived.

”Boss, it is really you!”

Angus’s face has changed a bit, but the look has not changed.

Looking at the complete person who still maintains the other side, Zi Yan’s face is finally a touch of heartfelt smile.

Angus came to sit next to the purple scorpion and directly squeezed the next Yifan, still like the younger brother who worshipped the boss.

”Not bad!”

Zi Yan took Angus's shoulder and gave it to the other side.

Angus waved, indicating that the wine was first served.

”Boss, I heard that you are already a saint?”

”Do you see me like it?”

Angus shook his head. ”Unlike, in my heart, you have always been my boss.”

Zi Yan measured the world with his footsteps, such as Angus, who got the devourer, only one.

It is even more difficult to see that the other party is rare. After all, Apollo once wanted to control his own engulfing thoughts, but he did not succeed.

Qingyi was sitting on the other side of the purple scorpion, and Yifan, who was squeezed away, smiled. He picked up the wine and said: ”Purple, welcome home, I respect you!”

This wine is not only the middle of drinking, but it is something to leave, perhaps it is also feeling that the atmosphere is not very lively.