C1347 Feigned Mystification

Zhan Wushuang!

There was no Prince Wushuang in the Wasteland, there was only Zhan Wushuang!

His proud eyes swept across the crowd, and the corners of his mouth curled into a smile, "An old fellow like me is indeed Zhan Wushuang!"

The Sound wave dispersed in the sky, and some people's expression changed greatly.

"But so what?"

Zhan Wushuang said indifferently: "In the ancient war