The American guardian goddess put her legs on the desk, and her face was frosty. She asked, "How is the god built?"

Midil trembled when he heard the sound and said in a panic: "It's still... not yet built!"

It is less than a week now, and the Goddess's requirement to build the gods is extremely large and requires a lot of manpower and material resources. Even if Midir devotes everyone in the Inhuman Organization, it is unlikely that it will be difficult to build it without a month's situation.

"It's really useless! Such a small thing has been used for so long!"

The guardian goddess scolded.

Midil had to nod his head repeatedly and said "yes", but he dared to say half of the word "no".

"I'll give you another week, if the gods have not been built yet...haha!"

The guardian goddess was only halfway through her words, and then she sneered.

Midil could already hear the threat in these words, and a cold air arose behind him, and his whole body trembled.

"Don't worry! Goddess, I will definitely fulfill your order within one week!"

"I hope so!"

The guardian goddess said coldly, then waved her hand and signaled Midil to retreat.

Midil deferred from the top floor and walked into the elevator, almost collapsed on the ground.

He felt even more distressed. In less than a week, the Yi Ren Organization had already suffered heavy damage. He almost lost all the forces he had worked hard to manage for so long just for this matter! He would not have any other instructions in the future.

He couldn't help but regret why he made such a stupid decision at that time, but he was inspired to find the guardian goddess.

Dungeon, in the Zuihua Building.

Xiao Yang woke up from a coma. He seemed to have had a long dream, but he knew nothing about what happened outside.

When Kong Xuehe danced and told how his soul used golden silk to tie the blue bird and the swallows into meat paste, he only listened blankly.

At the same time, he muttered in his heart, when did he know that his soul had left his body?

In his mind, he recalled the various experiences he had experienced after entering Wuyun Mountain, and his heart suddenly trembled. Could it be that the dragon spring sword that the leader of the mysterious tribe merged into his body?

But this matter is really puzzling, not to mention that this is a completely beyond his understanding, so I have to wait until later to understand it slowly.

"Where are Angison and Anna?"

Xiao Yang leaned halfway on the head of the bed, looked around and asked curiously.

"They told Senior Li that they went to the desert to find the Sword Slave Nu! They haven't come back yet!"

Qiao Ling'er wrapped her hands around her chest and responded.

Sword guard slave?

It’s so weird to hear this name! But Angison, Anna and Li Qiankun’s cultivation has not yet recovered. How can they be the opponent of the Sword Guard?

"No! I'm going to find them in the desert!"

Xiao Yang said that, he was about to get up and get out of bed.

Qiao Ling'er quickly looked forward and immediately stepped forward, pressed Xiao Yang's shoulder, "You have just woken up, don't go!"

"But……"

Just before Xiao Yang finished speaking, Angison and Anna appeared in front of everyone.

"No need to look for it, we're back!"

Angison said in a deep voice.

Kong Xueman looked at the two of them, but Li Qiankun was not seen. He couldn't help but wonder: "Where is Senior Li?"

"He's gone!"

A glimmer flashed through Angison's extremely beautiful eyes.
Chapter completed!