Speaking of this old friend, Wang Mang recalled a series of impressive pictures. It was on the way to the Tibetan dragon monument. The handsome young man in ancient costume was a ferocious Zombie King with a height of more than two meters and a blue face. His real strength was much stronger than Wang Mang at that time, and he almost stepped into the sixth level.

    I still remember that at the beginning, he already had the initial wisdom, especially his love for music. Wang Mang gave him a guitar at that time, in exchange for the chance to cross the territory safely.

    Wang Mang was in a trance for a moment because of his deep memory. It was hard for him to substitute the green faced Zombie King, who looked like a demon and a monster, into the modest young man who was out of the world and as gentle as jade.

    "Let me introduce myself again, Mr. Wang Mang. My name is Zhouyi! The Zhouyi of Zhouyi Wang Mang, a tall and straight man with a gentle smile on his white face, stretched out the right hand of friendship.

    "Zhouyi! Good name Wang Mang also stood up and gave a friendly smile to Zhou Yi. His two palms with obviously different skin color held tightly together and shook.

    Xu is the psychological function of the sense of ceremony. When they sat down again and looked at each other, there was no sense of strangeness, and the atmosphere became harmonious. Wang Mang lit a cigarette and looked at Zhou Yi with a smile. "Zhou Yi, we are old friends. You should also know the purpose of my coming."

    Zhou Yi nodded slightly. The cigarette in his left finger had not been extinguished yet. He took two deep breaths like an old smoker, spit out a foul breath, and looked up at Wang Mang.

    "Mr. Wang Mang, I''ve certainly heard of what you''ve done in recent days. The intelligent high-level zombies in our camp have organized one after another and established a loose alliance. Usually, there is no news, but in recent days, there has been constant information about you."

    With that, Zhou Yi glanced at Wang Mang like a grudge. Wang Mang, who was smoking a cigarette, was shocked and choked in his chest.

    "Cough... Zhou Yi, since you know the purpose of my coming, I still hope we don''t have any unpleasant disputes. You must know the truth that our lips are dead and teeth are cold. The practitioners have eliminated us human beings, monsters and beasts, and the next butcher''s knife will be raised to you."

    Wang Mang said solemnly, and half of the cigarette end in his hand was directly put out on the ground. Zhou Yi nodded thoughtfully. Under the smoke, his eyes seemed to have a different look. He thought a little. After a long time, he just looked up at Wang Mang and said, "I know the truth, but do you pay?"

    "What!?! What is it? " Wang Mang stared at the book of changes like a copper bell. His whole body suddenly stood up from his chair.

    Wang Mang, who has been practising the cultivation of Qi for a long time, has already become a master of Taishan''s ability to collapse and not show his face. Even now that he is told that the practitioners have launched a war, he will look calm. But what did Zhou Yi just say?! What did he just say!

    "Zhouyi! You just said salary? Do you want our league of humanity to pay you? " Wang Mang''s tone was full of surprise. He looked at Zhou Yi with a pair of eyes.