"En." Zhan Nianbei nodded, sat down opposite the old man, took a sip from the tea cup unceremoniously, and said, "What do you want me for?"

The old man coughed suddenly, and it took a while to stop, and he said slowly: "Jane Zhengtian is dead, how are things going with you?"

"It's probably almost done, but I'm not sure. That old guy is too cunning, and has prepared various methods to expose that matter. I intercepted some, but I can't guarantee that he has no other methods." Mention this battle idea Bei also looked worried, and his voice was a little hoarse.