Ah Qiu!
Fu Qingjun sneezed again.
He was speechless in his heart, those Celestial Venerables, having lived for tens of billions of years, are they that bored, discussing me for no reason?
I've already resigned to fate!
Can't I secretly develop my new race? I've been hanging around the cafeteria to eat, yet you Celestial Venerables, with nothing better to do, always talk about me?
Fu Qingjun remembered a saying from Earth: "The baby feels bitter in his heart."
At this moment,
A group of people were indeed studying this mysterious "Venerable of Creation," continuously analyzing.
After all, someone who could come up with such a disruptive idea, using it as the last rule to appear and putting them at such a disadvantage, is absolutely not simple.
