1792 Invitation of the Male God 1

"You know, this is not an ordinary place, it's an endless desert! It's a very dangerous place! If you follow our family team, then you will definitely get the best logistical supply, and there will be no shortage of medicinal pills and profound tools. , the chances of getting treasures will also greatly increase!"

She looked nervously at the male god in her heart, and felt that Jun Aohan would definitely agree.

"Yes, male god, come to us!"

"We have everything here, and if we get treasure, we will share it together!"

"Follow her, you will definitely be unlucky!"

A group of women said in a loud voice.

Mo Zihan looked at Ye Qingli proudly.

From her point of view, it was impossible for Jun Aohan to be unmoved.

It's one thing to like beauty, but it's looking for sunset fragments!

Treasures that can enter the Temple of the Sunset!

Who wouldn't want to get such a treasure?

And following their family team is a great shortcut.

Following Ye Qingli, he could almost be sentenced to death.

The choice in the middle is everyone's choice, right?

Therefore, she looked at Ye Qingli proudly, waiting for Jun Aohan to come over.

As expected, Jun Aohan walked towards them.

Seeing his action, everyone began to be overjoyed.

Let me tell you, men value their interests!

Mo Zihan thought proudly in her heart.

Beauty is nothing in front of interests.

Look, this popular male god has always loved Ye Qingli to the point of death.

However, when he was concerned about his own interests, didn't he turn around without hesitation and threw himself into the arms of their aristocratic team?

Seeing Ye Qingli's calm face, Mo Zihan felt even more proud.

Hmph, now you're still pretending?

I let you pretend!

Look back, I made you not even cry!

She was thinking about how to humiliate Ye Qingli for a while.

Jun Aohan was already standing in front of her.

He only said one word lightly.

"roll."

"What did you say?"

Mo Zihan didn't hear clearly at the time.

She was still laughing, the muscles on her face twisted and couldn't come back for a while.

"I'll let you—go away!"

Only then did Mo Zihan realize that they were standing on the way to the entrance. If Ye Qingli and the others didn't get out of the way, they would not be able to enter.

But……

That's not the point.

Didn't he come to join the family team?

Didn't you leave that bitch Ye Qingli aside?

How things are completely different from what I imagined!

What exactly is going on?

At this moment, Murong Ying stepped forward with a shy face: "Hello, son, my name is Murong..."

Jun Aohan was too lazy to talk nonsense with them.

He waved his hand directly.

A cold air suddenly erupted from the palm of his hand.

"puff……"

Just when all the girls were excited and wanted to come up and talk to the male god.

A chill came.

Directly freeze them all into ice cubes.

A man stood there like an ice sculpture.

Jun Aohan turned around and walked back.

"It's really a toast instead of eating and eating a fine drink."

He asked them to make way, but he didn't listen.

Are these people brain sick?

"Okay, we can go."

After speaking, he and Ye Qingli walked in together.

Leaving behind a group of dumbfounded people.

"Wow, the male god is really handsome."

"Yeah, didn't you see how cool he was just now?"

"These people are too self-sufficient. Such a noble man would not be tempted by such vulgar interests."