"Huala~" The paper crane burned, transforming into the silhouette of Zhao Xing.
"It's you." Fang Yu's face turned cold; as far as he was concerned, Wuma Lixing's eight rivers were reduced to seven purely because of that dumb pig Zhao Feiyang sitting in this position.
He always looked at results, not the process. The fact was Zhao Feiyang failed to protect the riverways, causing his army to be unable to pass, so why were there so many excuses?
"General Fang, I can restore all the riverways within three months, but I need the cooperation of your Black Feather Army," Zhao Xing got straight to the point.
"Earlier, you refused to see me, pushed me around, and now you're cooperating?" Fang Yu mocked.
"Two and a half months!" Zhao Xing ignored his mockery: "If they aren't restored, I will write a confession letter myself and submit it, then let the General decide my fate."
Fang Yu's eyes shifted slightly.
