Dimension: Sign In To Leilu Core at the Beginning

Herbivorous Dragon: "Wow, it's so touching."

Suicune: "Do you understand?"

Herbivorous Dragon: "No, but it doesn't hinder Good Cry."

Suicune: "..."

Emperor Yan: "Trash, what else can you do besides cry?!"

Herbivorous Dragon: "Grave for you?"

Emperor Yan: "???"

Emperor Yan: "You fat dragon is tired and crooked, isn't it?"

Fire music at the end of the street: "Pfft!"

Limru: "Cry, this is so touching."

Ling Xuan: "I'm dying of laughter, it's okay to set up a grave, @炎帝, as your boss, I will visit you every year."

Xiaoqiong: "Uncle Yandi, do you like smoking? I see that there are many nominal fathers on the Internet who will worship with three cigarettes. If you like it, I can buy you a few packs."

Emperor Yan: "???"

This means, you want to be my nominal father?

Ling Xuan: "Speak up, brother Yan, why doesn't he say a word?"

Looking at the news in the group, Emperor Yan's clenched fist trembled slightly.

The reason why he was ridiculed like this was because of a fat dragon!

Emperor Yan: "@草草龙, I want to send you a duel!"

Limru: "...This stalk is hard to pass, isn't it?"

Limru, who was still smiling, suddenly lost his face.

Why do you think she stopped smiling?

Herbivorous Dragon: "Hey, I surrender."

Emperor Yan: "No, come here!"

After finishing speaking, Emperor Yan directly applied for a dimensional duel, and the herbivorous dragon refused without even thinking about it.

He is an online fighter, and he is a waste if he is off the net.

Emperor Yan: "@草草龙, how dare you reject me?"

Herbivorous Dragon: "Hey, Boss, it's not like you don't know that I have thin arms and legs, so how can I be your opponent?"

Just as Emperor Yan was fighting with the herbivorous dragon, Zhong Li also ended the live broadcast.

He supported Ruo Tuo, who had re-formed into a human form, and walked towards the outside of the cave.

When the immortals outside saw Ruo Tuo who was being supported with his hands on Zhongli's shoulders, they all showed shock.

"..."

Ling Xuan: "@炎帝, give up, twisted melons are not sweet."

Xiaoqiong: "But it quenches thirst, hehe."

Ling Xuan raised his head, looked at Xiao Qiong who was holding a mobile phone with a smirk on his face, and shook his head with a sigh.

Silver Fur is not pure these days.

"Um?"

Suddenly, Ling Xuan paused, re-entered the group chat, and found that he had a private message, so he opened it immediately.

It was sent by Dongfang Huaizhu.

Huaishu Bamboo Pavilion: "Mr. Leader, I heard that you can predict the future."

Ling Xuan: "??? No, don't talk nonsense. I'm just an ordinary person. How can I have as much power as you?"

Huaishu Bamboo Pavilion: "...Well, Mr. Group Leader, there is still a picture of you fighting in the memory copy of the chat group."

Dongfang Huaizhu was ashamed.

If you don't look at what you are talking about, if you are ordinary people, then what is she.

Ling Xuan: "Ah? Is that so? Hahaha."

Dongfang Huaizhu was speechless for a while, always feeling that the group leader was unreliable.

Ling Xuan: "It doesn't count as predicting the future, it's all a magic stick performance in the early stage."

"Ding! Group member Huaishui Bamboo Pavilion sent you a red envelope!"

Out of instinct, Ling Xuan opened the red envelope subconsciously.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host, you have obtained pure Yang Yan."

Ling Xuan: "???"

Huai River Bamboo Pavilion: "Mr. Leader, please give me some advice."

Ling Xuan: "Wait, I'm not that kind of person."

Huai River Bamboo Pavilion: "..."

Ling Xuan: "Ahem, I won't tease you anymore, is it okay to send it to the group space?"

Bamboo Pavilion on the Huaihe River: "Please trouble Mr. Master."

Dongfang Huaizhu felt a little uneasy.

[Ding! The group owner uploaded a copy of the memory "Bamboo Pavilion on the Huaishui River on the seventh day of July\