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Chapter 596 The God of the Front 1
"My beast god, you actually appeared." After the Patriarch of the White Tiger came to his senses, he looked at the original black iron chains that bound him, and bowed respectfully.

This is the power that gave birth to their ancestors, this is the origin of their orc race, this is the god of the orc race.

Without saying a word, the Phoenix patriarch immediately withdrew all resistance from his body. Facing the god who gave birth to them, they only had gratitude and respect, and they would never have the heart to resist.

"I was wrong, please God punish me." The patriarch of the dragon clan was more straightforward, simply stopped in the air, and let the original black power draw out his dragon tendons. glory.

The old Xuanwu spread his claws on the ground, instead of worshiping the power, he bowed to Mo Qianchen: "I have eyes but don't know Mount Tai, please don't blame me and other juniors."

Standing in mid-air, Mo Qianchen glanced at the four patriarchs who had different looks but were all respectful, and smiled slowly: "The title of beast god is serious, I just met by chance."

As soon as the sound fell, Mo Qianchen waved his wrist slightly, and the original black iron chains that bound the four people suddenly retreated out of thin air. He stretched out his hand to catch the original black power. If you don’t forget your roots, you won’t be guilty of death.”

Although the patriarch of the dragon clan is not a good person, he is not a bad person because he respects his ancestors and does not forget his roots.

After saying this, the patriarch of the dragon clan actually nodded his head at Mo Qianchen: "It's a sin."

The original black power in the palm of his hand quickly settled down, and with a flick of Mo Qianchen's sleeve robe, all the lotus vitality around him dissipated into the air in an instant.

Like the breeze, he fell straight down, Mo Qianchen glanced at the gambling table below, and smiled on his face: "You lost."

That pointer pointed right at the treasure in front of her.

After saying this, the faces of the elders of the four major clans that flew down from the air twitched. The four of them clasped their hands at Mo Qianchen and said, "I'm ashamed, I'm ashamed, we are convinced that we lost today."

Mo Qianchen smiled when he heard the words, his expression was leisurely.

"It's not bad. If you lose, admit it. It's a bit of face for my lord." The little fat man jumped up from the ground at this time, ran to the gambling table, grabbed the treasure bet by the four patriarchs, and went to the gambling table. Hug back.

Old Xuanwu's face was full of shame when he heard the words, he bowed towards Mo Qianchen and said, "What happened today really shamed me, I..."

"It's common to win or lose. How about the Xuanwu patriarch's preparations if he loses a game? This is too much to lose." Before the old Xuanwu finished speaking, Mo Qianchen interrupted with a smile: "I am an eighth grade, you It's not unfair to lose to me."

After saying this, the four patriarchs looked even more guilty. Mo Qianchen obviously didn't want to let them have any demons by being so frank. What they did today really didn't save the orc clan any face.

But, shit, level eight, it's actually level eight, no wonder it's so strong.

"Mother, the roast lamb is ready, come and eat quickly." The little fat man waved at Mo Qianchen after throwing the treasure on top of the pile of treasures, and shouted with a greedy face.

Mo Qianchen smiled when he heard the words, made a casual gesture to the four patriarchs, turned around and walked towards the little fat man, as if completely ignoring the fight, and eating roasted lamb was her real purpose.

Mo Qianchen's little fat boy is so relaxed, but the four chiefs are not. They want to ask too many questions, but how do they ask them now?
(End of this chapter)