The Fishman Clan and the Third Prince's Extravagant Life!

Seeing the wary look on Long Zhantian's face, Zhang Xuanchen knew there was no room to discuss the matter.

But would he admit he wanted Gui Ming?

Of course not.

"Oh my, Brother Zhantian, what are you doing?

"Are you worried that I, your brother, am getting ideas about your brother?

"How chilling. Truly chilling.

"Is this the image I have in your heart?

"I came here this time only to exchange with the Dragon Court for some dragon-attribute Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, and to attend your wedding while I was at it, Brother.

"I had no other thoughts at all.

"I never imagined you would...

"Sigh. Could it be that after merely a few short years apart, the brotherly bond between us has already faded?

"Forget it, forget it."

At this point, Zhang Xuanchen shook his head, feigning disappointment.

His acting was so perfectly measured that he was practically a living Best Actor.

For a moment, he actually bluffed Long Zhantian into place.

Long Zhantian scratched his head, looking at Zhang Xuanchen before him as he sighed and shook his head.

A thought rose in his heart:

Could it be... I really wronged him?

This behavior made Gui Ming, whose eyes were half-closed behind him, twitch at the corner of his mouth.

Third Prince, oh Third Prince, even this could bluff you?

Still, this Zhang Xuanchen before him was indeed no ordinary cannon.

The force of fortune around him was about to blind Gui Ming's titanium-alloy turtle eyes.

As for the future, it was a field of chaos.

The Dragon Lord and Turtle Prime Minister had not misjudged their man.

Just as Long Zhantian was somewhat unable to make up his mind, Gui Ming opened his eyes, and his voice rang out:

"Gui Ming of the Dragon Court