Wang Jian complicatedly waved his hand: "It goes without saying, Miaomiao, live well."
"Lu Qi, I can die, but I hope you won't kill me."
Lu Qi put down his hand and the Ksitigarbha needle disappeared: "Are you kidding me? If I leave such an ancestral realm without ordering generals, is there something wrong with my brain?"
Wang Jian roared angrily: "The reason why people hate you, the Lu family, is because of the Illustrated Book of Gods and the Pointing General Platform. If you don't repent, one day a new Sifang Balance will appear to replace you."
Lu Qi's eyes widened sharply, and above his head, the golden light of the Illustration of the Gods swept across the upper realm, attracting everyone's attention.
"I, the Lu family, are doing things. It is not the turn of you, the defeated generals, to comment. Wang Jian, I will give you a choice, either the Illustrated Book of Gods, or the General Platform, you choose one."
Wang Jianqi trembled.
"Ancestor, ancestor Wang Fan was also made a god, just to fight against the Eternals." Wang Miaomiao shouted, Wang Jian has always been good to her, if it weren't for Wang Jian, she would have died ten thousand times by scolding Wang Fan.
Already.
Wang Jian clenched his fist.
Lu Qi rolled his eyes: "Don't comfort yourself. I just want to become a god. I will use it to fight Wang Fan in the future. How about it? If you have the ability, choose to die. If you die, I will kill you. That's it."
Wang Jian roared angrily: "Lu Qi, you rogue lunatic."
Lu Qi was disdainful: "I can't stand the pretense like you. You are obviously afraid of death, but you are making excuses for yourself. Hurry up, my time is limited."
"I also want to catch up with my precious son and keep in touch with him."
Chapter completed!