Rong Nianbing's Reminder, the Natives of the New Continent

Qian Chaoguang said seriously, "Do I look like I'm joking with you? If you truly don't believe me, you can consider sneaking down for a visit. When the time comes, I'll give you one of the Dragon God's ribs. How about it?"

"Have you heard of the famous Super Divine Artifacts—the Golden Dragon Spear and the Silver Dragon Spear? Both were forged by the Dragon God from his own ribs. When the time comes, I can also take you to see several resurrected Dragon Kings."

Qian Chaoguang had originally prepared quite a few arguments, intending to keep exercising his silver tongue and persuade Rong Nianbing to become an informant.

But before he could continue, Rong Nianbing's face had already broken into a brilliant smile. He slapped the tea table and burst into hearty laughter.

"Then it's settled! I'll definitely find a chance to go down there soon. You're the one who said you'd give me a Dragon God rib, kid, so don't you dare go back on your word!"

With that wicked grin on his face, how did he look like someone who did not believe him?

Damn it!

Qian Chaoguang cursed inwardly, his expression immediately twisting as though he were constipated.

As expected of the God of Emotions. In his eagerness to succeed, he had actually been led into a trap!

Damn it, he had taken a huge loss!

Although he had already decided to pay the price of a Dragon God rib to win the other man over.

Judging by Rong Nianbing's reaction, however, he had clearly believed seven or eight parts out of ten long ago and had merely been waiting for Qian Chaoguang to offer something himself.

He could have saved it!

That damned old fox!

An old fox!

Qian Chaoguang had always been the one