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

Cuijuan blinked her big eyes as she held the Qiankun bracelet that she had obtained effortlessly. Her intuition told her that this bracelet was specially prepared for her.

She slowly put the bracelet on her wrist. The next second, the originally wide bracelet suddenly shrank and became a perfect fit. Countless memories seeped into her mind.

In an instant, Cuijuan's temperament changed. She closed her eyes and opened them again, with a trace of indistinguishable sadness and a sense of despair in them. The sadness made her become Cuijuan, and the sorrow made her have to work again.

Shi Sang smiled and curved his eyebrows: "Juan'er~"

Cuijuan: "..."

Once you are Cuijuan, you will be Cuijuan all your life.

After Wenchuan left.

Mo Yu woke up from his fake dizziness: "Lady Saint, have you recovered your memory?"

Cuijuan blinked.

After recovery, she will leave her boss and become the Holy Maiden of the Dragon Clan, and take charge of the entire Dragon Clan like she did in her previous life.

She doesn't want to be a slave.

That must not be possible!

Cuijuan opened her eyes and lied: "I haven't recovered yet. Also, please call me Cuijuan."

Mo Yu's eyes widened, unable to hide his shock: "Has it not recovered at all? The Great Elder even swore that the bracelet he refined was extremely powerful!"

Cuijuan: "..."

The reputation of the Great Elder has been damaged!

Cuijuan had to defend the elder: "He has recovered a little bit. It may take time to fully recover."

Long Zhiyuan set his eyes on Cuijuan.

Cuijuan straightened her waist and avoided her father's gaze.

Long Zhiyuan sighed: "What a pity, I thought I could hand over the dragon clan to you again, eh, you can't be lazy anymore."

Cuijuan's forehead veins were throbbing. She turned her face away and didn't look at her cheap father. Fortunately, Wenchuan had already rushed to contact the Supreme Palace, otherwise, he would have asked her whether she had recovered her memories of her previous life and who she was in her previous life.

When Shi Sang returned to his residence, he saw someone mending a broken headband with thread.

Silence for a moment.

Shi Sang deliberately said: "We are so poor, can't you give me a new headband?"

"It has a different meaning." Rong Chunhua looked up, his hands moving non-stop as he spoke. The bright red hairband was spinning on his fingertips, making his hands look even whiter.

Shi Sang: "..."

What's the meaning?

Is there any point in having your wrists tied?

It’s unknown when Wenchuan’s companions will come over, so perhaps they can continue to “learn” before chopping off the heads.

A few hours later.

Dragon Island welcomes new guests.

Several immortal officials dressed in similar attire appeared above Dragon Island on auspicious clouds and were blocked outside the fog.

Wen Chuan was in a dilemma: "Can I invite any dragon?"

Mo Yu's eyes were bloodshot, and he appeared beside Wen Chuan dragging his injured body.

During this period of time, she showed vividly the helplessness she felt because she arrived a step late and could only witness the serious injury of the clan leader and the sacrifice of the dragon guards to protect their master. She pretended not to see who "attacked" her. Through the description of the saint, she regarded Shi Sang as her benefactor and often expressed gratitude to the God.

Wen Chuan saw with his own eyes that Mo Yu took charge of the Dragon Guard again. You have to know that Mo Yu was knocked away by Long Zhiyuan with a palm. No one would understand why Mo Yu came back, right?

He did not bear any resentment towards the Dragon Clan Leader and was willing to take charge of the Dragon Guard. Facts have proved that the Dragon Clan is really broad-minded!

Wen Chuan greeted him, "Chief Mo Yu."

Mo Yu said righteously: "The immortal officials are here to help the dragon clan, and they deserve to be treated well."

Wen Chuan suspected that he had heard it wrong, or that Mo Yu's brain was damaged after being slandered by the God, otherwise why would he not ask any questions and directly regard his companion as the legendary Bodhisattva who saves people from suffering.

Mo Yu did not go to see Wen Chuan, but instead invited the immortal officials to Dragon Island as Shi Sang said to catch the turtle in the jar. She was so much looking forward to the next scene that her eager gaze was caught by the immortal officials.

The immortal officials entered the island with arrogance, landed beside Wenchuan, and whispered to each other.

"Wenchuan, you did a good job this time. These stupid dragons are going to regard us as their saviors."

"Look at their eager eyes. I feel a little embarrassed to let go and rob them of their treasures."

"Where is the Lord God? Should we go and pay our respects first to see which Lord God has descended?"

"Why are you in such a hurry? Didn't Wenchuan say that the God is busy having fun? Let's go find some dragons and have some fun too."

Wen Chuan laughed a few times, completely unaware that there was a hint of ruthlessness in Mo Yu's anxious gaze.

The immortal officials were thinking about their own things and had even figured out how to quickly occupy Dragon Island.

Shi Sang walked out of the room with her hair tied up, portraying herself as a dandy girl who had bullied a man. Before she could find a place to eat and drink, she was caught by Mo Yu.

Mo Yu gritted his teeth and said, "Those immortal officials are too much. They teased Shaolong and even set their sights on me. When can I beat them up?"

Shi Sang counted on his fingers: "Now."

Mo Yu was so excited that she almost jumped up, without a trace of hurt. She rolled up her sleeves and turned to leave, but Shi Sang grabbed the back of Mo Yu's collar.

Shi Sang smiled and said, "Go find some dragons with some brains. Remember, the number of dragons should be the same as the number of immortal officials."

The turtle catching game begins. After the game ends, in order not to attract Wenchuan's attention and alert the enemy, they need to find some dragons to pretend to be the immortal officials.

Shi Sang came to the place where the immortal officials were in leisure.

I could hear the conversation from a distance.

"Is the Dragon Tribe's hospitality so rude?"

"Wenchuan, look at what kind of idiots they are looking for! Who can they serve well? "

"Hey, here comes a beauty!"

As soon as Samp appeared, he attracted all attention.

Wenchuan doesn't love beauties or power, but loves wine. He got so drunk that he couldn't even stand steadily. When he saw Shi Sang, the alcohol bug in his stomach suddenly hid away.

In an instant.

He sobered up.

Wenchuan wanted to stop his companion who was seeking death: "No..."

The hand of the immortal official who was pointing at Shi Sang was chopped off, and the hand flew out and just happened to knock Wenchuan unconscious.

The other immortal officials immediately drew their swords and attacked.

Shi Sang took out the Que Di sword, with a smile in his eyes: "No one is perfect, and no immortal is perfect."

One of the immortal officials stepped forward and, based on Wenchuan's unfinished words, guessed Shi Sang's identity: "I believe you are the Lord God. We were very sorry for offending you just now. We were really short-sighted and did not recognize you. We hope you will forgive us!"

The other immortal officials apologized repeatedly.

They didn't even notice the divine light on the God. They are seeking death!

I thought a few words of apology would be enough.

Who knew that when Shi Sang swung his sword at them, the cold and terrifying power continued to penetrate into their bodies from the sword, making them shudder.

The immortal officials used their spiritual power to resist.

"Sir, we respect you as a sir, but please don't take yourself too seriously."

"We all work for the Immortal Lord, there is no difference between us, please don't go too far!"

"I may not be your opponent if I fight alone, but if we join forces, you won't be able to deal with us either."

"We've already apologized anyway, why are you making things difficult for us and holding on to it?"

Shi Sang didn't waste any time and quickly destroyed their Dantian and cut their hand and foot tendons.

Mo Yu stepped out from behind Shi Sang with the immortal rope in his hand: "The Lord of Gods said that we cannot kill you, otherwise it will attract the attention of the Supreme Palace, and you will be thrown into the worm cave to keep Wu Ruyan company. You guys are lucky."

Immortal officials: “!?”

You call this cheap?