Lord Yin Is Blessed

Suddenly hearing someone shout behind him, Zhao Qiyan turned around and looked at that person, his face slightly flushed, as though he was in an even more miserable state than before. Looking at this good friend in such a state, Zhao Qiyan more or less believed what the little soldier said about him.

"I thought that soldier was lying to me, but now it seems to be true."

How could Yin Fufeng not hear the ridicule in his voice, but what was Zhao Qiyan doing?

"What is true?"

Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind, it couldn't be that he was met by a good friend of his, Soong Xuan, when he went to the hot spring, right?

"The follower who followed you has already told me. Who is that woman? If you're hiding this from me, I'm afraid you're not going to make sense of it. "