The grand and majestic dragon god hovered in the air, overlooking the people on the high platform. Its gaze swept across them like a thunderstorm, and those with weaker nerves might be frightened into losing control of themselves.
"Heh heh!"
Gu Qingqiu covered her mouth, letting out a few light laughs from her throat.
She knew she shouldn't laugh, as it might anger the divine dragon, but she just couldn't help it.
What a time to be joking?
Lin Schoolmate actually dared to tease this deity, truly calm and domineering!
Oh no!
Feeling a bit infatuated!
"Are you kidding me? This is miraculous?"
The Gambling God murmured.
He felt that what the divine dragon said was probably true. Uncle Nine at the Antarctic Ruins might have survived just by making a wish to this divine dragon.
But, as an ordinary person, what right did he have to make a wish?
There must be a price, right?
Yes,
