"What did I say?

Didn’t I just say, is that the picture of the God of Shepherd of the Great God King Jumang?

What’s wrong, was it wrong?”

Lin Ergou smiled.

"That's right, when the two fragments, one large and one small, were fused, a powerful aura of destiny erupted.

I think that's why this stupid dragon snatched it.

Because that breath is the breath of Jumang.

The gleam of the silly dragon..."

Lin Aigou slapped his forehead.

"Why didn't I think of this?

This guy was originally a great general who escaped from the abyss of fantasy.

That must have some kind of relationship with the wood god Jumang.

Jumang, his mang...
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