"Gods will eventually descend, and we will become the new humanity!"
"The envoy of the gods is finally about to complete the mission!"
"..."
Jianxiong, who was behind, also stepped back in surprise next to Zhao Changsheng and saw that Li Qian was still holding her hand; he forced himself to ignore it and then lowered his voice to ask, "How does that kid have that function now? Is this the reason the Western Laboratory wants him?"
Zhao Changsheng, with a relaxed face, responded with a hint of sarcasm, "Evolve? He would need the luck to do so."
People around Su Mo and Lu Chen unconsciously spread out a bit, gathering around Old Dao and the burly man, occasionally throwing out some questions.
Nobody was confining them, so Lu Chen and Su Mo stepped aside.
