Chapter 1225 (1/2)

Under the broken wall, a young man is sitting there.

He straightens one leg forward, bends the other leg up, and puts it in front of him.

Its arm, laid on the knee that bends to stand idly.

The man leaned back against the wall and looked at Yan Zhaoge and yingshuhalberd.

”Old man, here you are.” As he spoke, the young man rose from the ground.

”You're in trouble because you're close to being tricked.” The flame giant of the halberd said as he fell.

Yan Zhaoge goes down with him and observes the young man in front of him.

The other side has a very rare short hair.

Yan Zhaoge's hair, with his own insistence over the years, has become shorter and shorter, quite different from other men in this ancient world.

The man's hair in front of him is shorter than that of Yan Zhaoge. It's the short inch hair in Yan Zhaoge's memory. Although the hair is thick, it gives people the illusion of tying hands.

He was extremely tall, but he was well proportioned, well proportioned, not clumsy or bloated.

His short hair set off his strong face.

Between the opening and closing of both eyes, there seems to be a universe of stars in it, vast and distant.

”No trouble.” Hearing the words of the halberd, the man shook his head: ”I just don't care about them now.”

He looked at Yan Zhaoge: ”what's the origin of this little friend?”

Although it's ”have you seen it?” Suo Mingzhang asked casually without looking back.