It now appears that Ge Xiaolun's Galactic Force has a rather complex genetic composition.
There should be some kind of Earth-to-Earth modification, as well as genes from the original Devon Star and genes from male angels from 30,000 years ago.
Judging from how easily Holy Keisha shut down Ge Xiaolun's angel wings, it's likely that the angels were one of the partners in the Galactic Power project, or rather, the original Divine River Power project.
If that's the case... well, he guessed, but couldn't figure it out.
These experts are not as simple as they seem on the surface.
He looked at Lena and Liu Chuang slowly descending from the sky, and the angel disappearing into the void, and remained silent.
What's meant to come will come sooner or later.
Those who were going to come, and those who weren't, all came.
Taotie, gods, demons, angels... he could no longer claim to be a master strategist who could win battles from afar.
Let whoever wants to scheme, scheme.
He's just a minor Void Engine that some people know about and some don't, and a somewhat unwieldy background character.
"Wang Ji".
The people around him dispersed, and he suddenly heard someone calling him. He turned around and saw Du Qiangwei standing to his right with her lips pursed.
He smiled and replied, "What?"
Unexpectedly, she simply pursed her lips and shook her head: "It's nothing."
However, a hand reached out and grabbed his right hand.
Wang Ji squeezed the little hand and chuckled: "What does it mean?"
He waved to Lena, while Qi Lin went to play tennis with Rui Mengmeng instead.
Du Qiangwei shook her head again: "It's nothing."
“This girl is in a good mood,” Lena said as she approached, arms crossed. “She’s different from that silly girl Qilin. She’s learned a lot from this experience.”
Blinking: "It's broad daylight, surely we don't need to... go back?"
Du Qiangwei's face flushed instantly, her beautiful eyes widened, and she glared at Lena: "Get lost!"
Wang Ji shook his head and sighed softly, "Times are tough... Let's go get something to drink."
"Okay, okay!"
"OK……"
Wang Ji, holding Du Qiangwei's hand, with a little sun bouncing beside them, suddenly paused for a moment.
"Wang Ji, come over to my place sometime." He raised an eyebrow; it was the voice of the Holy Keisha.
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