Rong Nianbing's Reminder, the Natives on the New Continent, 6,000 Words

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

"I don't know if you've heard of the famous Super Divine Artifacts—the Golden Dragon Spear and the Silver Dragon Spear. Both of them were refined by the Dragon God from his own ribs. When the time comes, I can also take you to see the resurrected Dragon Kings."

Originally, Qian Chaoguang had prepared quite a few arguments and was ready to keep putting that silver tongue of his to work in the time that followed, persuading Rong Nianbing to act as an inside man.

Unexpectedly, before he could continue speaking, Rong Nianbing's face had already broken into an extremely brilliant smile. He suddenly slapped the tea table and burst into hearty laughter.

"Then it's settled. In a while, I'll definitely find a chance to go down there. Giving me one of the Dragon God's ribs—that's what you said yourself, kid. No going back on it!"

Looking at that wicked grin on his face, how did he look unconvinced at all?

Damn it!

Qian Chaoguang cursed inwardly, and his expression instantly looked as if he were constipated.

As expected of the God of Emotion. Because he had been too eager for quick results, he had actually been led right into a trap!

God damn it, what a huge loss!

Although he had already made up his mind from the start that he could win the other party over at the cost of one Dragon God Rib, judging from Rong Nianbing's current state, he had clearly already believed most of it long ago and had just been waiting for Qian