Your Commander Is My Good Friend

Fan Zheming seemed to have thought of something when he saw Kong Yue's expression.

"Could it be him?"

Just before Kong Yue came out, Lin Bai passed by them.

Because he was a rookie War God, Fan Zheming did not pay much attention to him.

After all, Lin Bai looked so young.

In Fan Zheming's eyes, even if one was a War God, they might be ranked at the bottom of the rankings.

After all, Kong Yue had the strength of a great grandmaster, so the first impression was that it was Kong Yue.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that he had made a mistake.

He seemed to have missed something. Lin Bai had clearly brushed past him just now. This feeling was as bad as missing a hundred million yuan.

"Did you see a young War God here just now?" Kong Yue asked softly."

Fan Zheming nodded in annoyance.