A well-packed figure walked silently in the shrine. With his eyes open, Chen Jiu could hardly hide his sad breath. He had already come out of the dean's garden.

For several months later, Shen Xingyun made it clear that he could not be allowed to compete in the chaotic God son selection contest, in order to save Chen Jiu's life, but he refused such a proposal on the spot!

"Oh, yeah, I thought the old thing was really good for me, but I didn't expect a token to be given again. It was really a button!" As Chen Jiu walked, he couldn't help complaining.

President's decree has been broken, want...