"Lotus, you're killing me..." With a sigh, Chen Jiu knew he was in big trouble.

"Forefathers, are you still afraid of the Xiao younger generation?" Zhao Lian-er smiled and whispered, "Let them see the strength of their predecessors, so that they won't interfere with my sight there!"

"Well, go in and talk about it!" Chen Jiu shook his head helplessly, knowing that he was too big.

So, Chen Jiu was in the front, Zhao Lianze was in the back, and respectfully, as he entered the Emperor's Palace, the people behind him undoubtedly became more lively.

"What's Chen Jiu, he's the nephew of the ice fairy, but there's no need for...