Men!
Spouse!
Over sixty meters, and less than two!
Li Tianming happened to be standing in front of Zi Zhen, like a tiny little toy in her hand.
And she said he was her man?
It was as if a heavy hammer had clamped down on Jin Lin's five viscera and six bowels, flattening even his heart.
Huh? Huh? You've shattered my worldview! He only howled those words in his heart, not daring to say them aloud.
His eyes widened as he stared fixedly at Li Tianming, his gaze filled with nothing but envy, jealousy, and hatred!
"Her man..."
After staring at Li Tianming for a long, long time, the several hundred Golden Clan members gradually grew solemnly respectful after their initial shock.
"Just what kind of charm does this little mixed-blood human have, to make the divine maiden say such a thing in public?"
"I don't see what's so outstanding about this little loach!"
"Maybe he's cultured and knows how to write poetry!"
In any case, they were utterly amazed.
"In other words, this man isn't the divine maiden's little servant at all?" Jin Xiao suddenly understood. "Who was the one who said he was a little servant from the start? No eye for people whatsoever!"
He swept his furious gaze around.
"My grandson," Jin Shang said.
"My son."
"Me!" Jin Lin said miserably.
Jin Xiao glared at him, then could not help looking toward Weisheng Moran.
Just now, he had already discovered in shock that Weisheng Moran had actually used the Illusory Gods of those Yugong Clan Huan Tian clansmen!
What kind of terrifying ability was that?
Given Jin Xiao's understanding of the Huan Tian Clan, he found it utterly inconceivable, and his heart shook violently.
And now, Weisheng Moran was obediently standing beside Li Tianming as well,