Two hundred million in debt? I relied on metaphysics to make my debut and become a top-notch person!

Shi Sang was still acting, showing off a passerby to the fullest: "Why are you so embarrassed?"

Mo Yu was surprised at Shi Sang's cultivation level. Was it because her brain was soaked in water and she was hallucinating?

Why is there a circle of French rings behind the person in front of me, which is only for gods? It is obvious that he is a god.

There was also a man standing next to the god.

He had one hand on the scabbard of the Que Di sword at his waist. He was tall and his silent face was hidden by a mask, so it was impossible to tell whether he was handsome or not.

Rong Chunhua quietly played the role of a guard: "Dragon Island is ahead."

Shi Sang's eyes suddenly lit up with gold, like a long-hungry rat that finally found a huge piece of cheese.

Mo Yu asked vigilantly: "Why did Lord Shenjun come here?"

Don’t tell me that a fairy has come.

Another god appeared.

Dragon Island has been so busy lately that it's worrying.

Shi Sang pressed his chest and said, "To be honest, scale control, come and pull out the scales."

There is a fog array outside Dragon Island. If it weren't for the invitation of the dragon clan, even gods would be temporarily lost.

Time is money. Shi Sang and Rong Chunhua plan to guard the "water" and wait for the "dragon", and enter Dragon Island with the help of Mo Yu who was blown away by the dragon chief.

Mo Yu looked at Shi Sang suspiciously.

Mist suddenly rose from the water surface. Through the mist, Mo Yu could not see Shi Sang's face clearly. He only felt that this god was different from other gods and had a little more human desire.

Shi Sang slowly and kindly said, "Would you like to invite us in to sit down?"

Mo Yu shook his head without even thinking about it.

Shi Sang looked regretful: "Well, if we can't get in, we can't be sure if the one we picked up is the Saint of your tribe."

Mo Yu sneered in his heart.

Just as an imposter came, another one appeared. Do they think the saint of their tribe is like the flowers and plants that can be seen everywhere?

Mo Yu was about to scold her angrily, but out of the corner of his eye he noticed Cuijuan playing with her tail in the corner.

"!?"

Why does this little carp demon look exactly like the saint when she was a child?

Doubt spread in Mo Yu's heart.

Cuijuan waved and said hello: "Hello~ Can you return the lotus spear to me?"

Mo Yu couldn't help but step forward, grabbed Cuijuan's hand, sent out his spiritual sense to explore, and then stood there in a daze.

Without him.

The carp demon's aura and the mark engraved in its soul are exactly the same as those of the saint.

Although the appearance and breath can be imitated, the mark is only known to her and the saint. The mark was left by the saint before reincarnation just in case and to facilitate recognition.

Only she and the Saint knew about it. She was sure that the one staying in the Dragon Clan was a fake Saint because she did not find the mark on the fake Saint.

Countless questions emerged in Mo Yu's heart. She wanted to ask Cuijuan, but Cuijuan's eyes were clear and stupid, and she didn't look like a "person" who could answer her questions at all.

As a last resort.

Mo Yu's eyes fell on Shi Sang.

The fishy smell of the earth and the moisture from the mist mixed together, making the air very humid.

Rong Chunhua held a paper umbrella to keep out the moisture.

Shi Sang whispered to Rong Chunhua as if no one was around: "I heard that the dragon clan has a self-reflection stone, which is the material for refining peerless divine weapons. Xiang Duoluo probably planned this to cause internal strife in the dragon clan and then take the stone away."

Rong Chunhua nodded slightly, and his gloomy and handsome eyebrows showed a more intimidating sharpness: "Whether it is or not, the chaos of the dragon clan will benefit her and not harm her."

Mo Yu inexplicably felt that the way these two people got along was not like master and guard, but like husband and wife.

She shook off the unrealistic guesses in her mind and made a sound to attract Shi Sang's attention.

Shi Sang lowered his eyes and said, "Xiang Duoluo wants to use the dragon clan to pave the way, and he is not afraid of hurting his feet when he walks on it."

Rong Chunhua's pupils shrank: "At the last moment, she will give it a try even if there are risks."

Seeing that the two of them had no intention of paying attention to her, Mo Yu couldn't help but cough.

Shi Sang raised his eyebrows, turned his head slightly, his eyes full of amusement: "You have figured it out, are you planning to set up a banquet and invite us in?"

Mo Yu bowed and said sincerely: "I was disrespectful just now, please forgive me, Lord God. You personally sent our saint to the Dragon Clan. If you want to join the Dragon Clan, it is reasonable for Mo Yu to lead the way, but our clan is now..."

As she spoke, Mo Yu's lips straightened little by little. Even though she didn't know the purpose of the fake saint impersonating the saint, she could guess that it was not simple.

Shi Sang smiled meaningfully: "It's hot in the summer, I may need a black dragon fan. I will help you solve this crisis and send the black dragon to me for disposal. If you can't make the decision, you can discuss it with someone who can."

She calculated that the fake saint was a black dragon, and she was best at peeling dragon scales, pulling out dragon tendons and extracting dragon bones.

Mo Yu didn't know what Shi Sang was talking about, but her intuition told her that she had to agree, otherwise she would miss the opportunity to save the dragon clan. She agreed without thinking, but she was still a little worried. After all, she was a small and weak dragon and had no say in front of the clan leader.

Shi Sang saw through Mo Yu's thoughts. She smiled at the fog. A light breeze blew by, and the Qingchen Jue took away the moisture around her body, reminding Mo Yu to dispel the fog.

Mo Yu stood in the dispersed mist, turned sideways, and pointed his hand in front of him: "Master Shenjun, please."

Cuijuan transformed into two legs and ran happily: "Cuijuan wants to get some dragon energy. Who knows, one day she will be able to jump over the dragon gate."

Mo Yu followed Cuijuan and laughed silently, and the depression he felt after being pushed away by the clan leader disappeared.

The smile on his lips suddenly paused.

Mo Yu didn't have the courage to call out a second time: "Cui, Juan?"

Cuijuan ran to Mo Yu and asked, "You called me?"

Mo Yu was petrified in the wind.

Who came up with the name?

Who came up with the name?

Shi Sang smiled shyly: "It's me, the humble one."

Mo Yu: “…”

Hold on, this is a god, you can’t defeat him!

Mo Yu pretended not to hear. She kept walking forward and unknowingly arrived outside the Dragon Palace.

There are several dragon guards standing outside the magnificent palace. The dragon clan is divided into eleven branches, namely red, orange, yellow, green, indigo, purple, black, white, silver and gold. Except for the black dragon which has become extinct, the dragon guards in the Dragon Palace are all from these branches and are very powerful.

The dragon guards scolded.

"Stop! You have been expelled from the tribe by the tribe leader. Get out of here now and don't force your brothers to take action!"

"Mo Yu, you spoke nonsense at the banquet, accusing the Saint of being a fake. The clan leader generously spared your life, so why are you still here? Are you looking for death? "

"You were once the leader of the Dragon Guards. You should know that disrespecting the clan leader can be forgiven, but those who disrespect the Saint will be killed without mercy!"

Mo Yu stood there calmly, not getting angry at Long Wei's sarcasm.

Along the way, Cui Juan learned a lot of information from Mo Yu. At this moment, she looked confused and said, "Why would the leader of the Dragon Guards want to be the maid of the Saint?"

Without waiting for Mo Yu to explain.

The dragon guards sneered.

"Ignorance! In the Dragon Clan, who doesn't consider it an honor to be close to the Saint? Not to mention the maid, even... the Saint?"

"Ryuji, are you crazy? Why are you yelling at a half-grown koi monster... Saint?!"

"Isn't the Saint attending the banquet? Where is the Saint? Where is the Saint?"

The dragon guards looked around, and their eyes finally fell on Cuijuan.

Oh my god, she's a saint! Or a smaller version!

How could there be two saints?

Never mind, just surround them first!