Master lang stole the sky and changed the sun! He entered the palace!
"Father, father, Zhenzhen"
Zhu Rong hurriedly went forward to help Zhu hongzhu up. He instinctively wanted to call for help, but he couldn't let anyone see this scene.
He patted Zhu Hong's back and chest with all his might, injecting his inner energy to help him breathe smoothly. However, he felt as if his brain was about to explode. He had never been so upended in his life.
It was not that Zhu Rong could not afford to lose. He had lost many times in the past few years, especially the battle between ning Yi and Jin Jun. It almost ruined the future of the Zhu family of Yue country, but it was not as shocking as this time. The sky-Sea Pavilion's blood soul Army was an almost invincible army that had swept away millions of soldiers from the Western regions.