C498 A Thousand Years(7)

In the spacious government office, Ning De was sitting on an armchair with his arms hanging. He was at the age of fifty, and to the people of this world, he had already reached the end of his life. However, his hair was jet black.

Fangzheng's face was full of vitality. There was something different that supported Ning De.

"Thief Ning, I'm here!"

A loud roar came from afar