As soon as Wu Liang landed, he pointed at Zu An and cursed, “You bastard, you’re so evil! Weren’t you clearly trying to kill me just now?”

Zu An sneered. “Damn fatty, what about you? You’re clearly fine, and yet you’re making it sound as if you’re seriously injured or something, trying to make us and the Golden Crow Crown Prince take each other out!”

His scheme had clearly been seen through, but Wu Liang didn’t look ashamed. He exclaimed, “But I really was seriously injured! I only managed to survive by relying on our ancestral skill.”

Zu An chuckled. Not a single one of this damn fatty’s words could be trusted.

The Golden Crow Crown Prince saw Zu An’s group. He gritted his teeth and yelled, “You!”

You have successfully trolled the Golden Crow Crown Prince for +444 +444 +444…

Zu An smiled and replied, “The two of us really do share some kind of fate. Just how many times have we met already?”

The Golden...