Calm Down

"Murong Yan Ran, President of Anyuan City Alchemists Association?"

Ye Qianghan's eyebrows wrinkled. He thought that the president of the Alchemist Association in Anyuan City was a white-haired old man, but he didn't think it was a woman.

"How are you doing?"

Ouyang Mingyue Lengsheng asked, similarly, she also felt a great pressure on Murong Yan Ran, and her truly beautiful face was dignified.

"I have heard for a long time that General Ouyang has made outstanding achievements in the border battlefield. She is invincible and has a truly beautiful appearance. He admires ten people and nine admires them. Today, he is indeed worthy of his reputation."

"I thought that even if we would not become friends, we would never become enemies."

"However, it is really unlucky."