Mu Bai smiled and said: "Let's not talk about this for now. Please tell me quickly, where did Han Yan and Huo Lang go?"
Aragorn let go of Mu Bai's body, wiped the hot tears from the corners of his eyes and said, "The princess and Lord Fire Wolf went to Luo Ao Continent fifteen years ago."
"What? Went to Luo Ao Continent?" Mu Bai's face changed slightly.
Aragorn nodded and said, "Yes, they have never come back since they left."
Mu Bai felt anxious in his heart and said: "They are really adventurous. They actually went to such a dangerous place in Luo Ao Continent. If not, I have to find them as soon as possible."
After saying that, he wanted to leave. Aragorn said hurriedly: "My lord, since you are back, please stay here for one more day. I still have many things to say to you."
"This..." Mubai couldn't bear to refuse when he saw Aragorn's expectant face.
He was already back, and he didn't care if he was delayed for one more day, so he had no choice but to nod in agreement.
Mubai stayed in the city lord's palace that day. Except for Aragorn and Gomeron, two of Mubai's former subordinates, no one knew about his return.
Later that night, Mu Bai rested alone in the room.
He drank a lot of wine, but with his current strength, no amount of wine could make him drunk.
Sitting cross-legged on the bed, Mubai quietly spread his spiritual thoughts. His spiritual thoughts were extremely powerful and could completely cover the entire continent.
All movements on the mainland cannot escape his spiritual observation.
"Huh? What kind of breath is this?"
Suddenly, Mu Bai's expression changed, and his mind clearly captured several familiar scents.
"It's God's clone!"
Mu Bai exclaimed. Although this god's clone was unconscious, their breath could be easily felt.
Mu Bai never imagined that his divine clone and physical body were both still alive.
"What the hell is going on?"
Frowning, he had no time to say goodbye, and his figure disappeared from the room.
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"Oh, it's been so long. Is that kid really dead?" A long sigh came out.
Tang Sheng sat at the stone table in the courtyard, holding a wine gourd in his hand. He took a big gulp of strong wine and looked up at the stars, feeling quite disappointed in his heart.
"Isn't that kid always very lucky? How could he die so easily? What a pity."
Shaking his head, Tang Sheng squinted his drunken eyes and swayed his body. As soon as he turned around, he suddenly saw a black shadow standing in front of him, which frightened him.
"Damn it! Is this me drunk?"
Staring carefully at the dark figure in front of him, Tang Sheng's expression froze.
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Christmas is here, I wish you all a Merry Christmas. I stayed up all night writing six chapters and continued writing after I got up.