The Young Goddess King Was a Little Spacey

Zhu Wu casually cursed, sprang up from the sofa, and her expression kept changing.

Clearly, she was genuinely a little angry about God Kings descending one after another.

At that moment, Qing Lan, who had been diligently cultivating in the room, heard Zhu Wu's scream and came running over barefoot with a patter of steps.

She wore a white T-shirt. It was so oversized that it covered her round little butt, making it seem at first glance as though she had nothing on underneath.

When she reached Zhu Wu, Qing Lan tilted her head and asked, "What happened? What happened? Did something go wrong?"

To keep this master slacker from wasting her talent, Qiu Tu had assigned her specific duties.

Not only had he asked Zhao Ji to create a cultivation plan specifically for her, but he had also put her in charge of holding down the central command and flexibly handling any emergencies.

Perhaps Qiu Tu paid too much and offered benefits that were too good, making Qing Lan unwilling to part ways with him. Or perhaps she had finally developed a sense of responsibility. In any case, Qing Lan had indeed become much more serious and diligent lately.

That was evident from the fact that even though it was already night, she was still cultivating in the living room. She had even arranged for her best friend Zhu Wu to observe the celestial phenomena outside and warn her at any moment.

At that moment, upon hearing Qing Lan's words, Zhu Wu's amber snake eyes suddenly turned toward her.

Qing Lan was clearly startled by Zhu Wu's icy, venomous-serpent-like gaze. By reflex, she pulled a Black Pot from behind her back and held it in front of herself, watching Zhu Wu warily.

Seeing Qing Lan's cautious appearance, Zhu Wu