"The number one War God in England?"Hearing Mu Lin's words, everyone's eyes focused on the burly man in his thirties.The man was wearing a white shirt and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. He was gentle and refined. He had a good appearance and an imposing manner. It was obvious that he had been in a high position for a long time.At first glance, this person did not look like a god of war who was dyed in blood on the battlefield, but a foreign literary writer with super wisdom."Mr. Yang!" Seeing Yang Xiao, the man walked toward Yang Xiao. His every step was imposing, and he exuded a calm temperament.Yang Xiao chuckled. " Yeer, long time no see!""Indeed, Mr. Yang, we haven't seen each other for a long time!" Yeer's face was full of sighs.He couldn't help recalling the first time he met Yang Xiao. At that time, he was chased by hundreds of super masters and fell into an ice cave.At the critical moment, Yang Xiao rescued him from the sea of suffering.At that time, Yang Xiao
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