Chapter 223: This An Ling Also Belongs to Xu Chen's Family? Everyone Is Dumbfounded!
Seeing that everyone understood the rules, An Ling continued, "If there are no questions, then enter the path.
Of course, if you are afraid, you may leave through the teleportation array. I, the Divine Bestower, will not stop you, nor will I impose any punishment." The moment these words were spoken, Ling Zunzhe immediately felt relieved.
Ling Zunzhe said, "Hear that? This is what a normal Divine Bestower is like." Ye Xuan's mouth twitched slightly—so Master was right after all!
That damned Qing Ling—how could she inexplicably fall for Xu Chen, and then go crazy targeting me?
It's really absurd!
At this moment, Qing Ling gazed at Xu Chen with a gentle expression.
In her past life, Xu Chen was brutally tormented by her, but when a major incident broke out at Bian Sai and she was on the verge of death,
Xu Chen resolutely saved her life.
Instead, it was Ye Xuan who, during the final upheaval at Bian Sai, ran off on his own to save his own skin.
This was why she despised Ye Xuan—that protagonist was disgusting, putting himself above everything else.
The crowd now also glared resentfully at Qing Ling, that damned Forest Area Divine Bestower.
They said how could Ye Xuan's questions be so hard, while Xu Chen's were so easy.
Turns out it was all deliberately asked by Qing Ling—gross!
Fortunately, this An Ling is normal.
Now, they could definitely crush Xu Chen.
Thinking of this, the corners of their mouths slowly curled up.
Heh, Xu Chen, you little brat—without anyone helping you cheat, you're nothing.
Having thought this, they began randomly choosing paths one after another, then stepped into them.
Xu Chen didn't waste words either, choosing the path from his previous life—the thirty-ninth path on the left.
This path indeed had quite a lot of trouble: arrays, mechanisms, demon beasts, swamps, poisonous mists—everywhere you looked.
But he felt that following the plot was still more reassuring!
"Hum!"
While thinking, Xu Chen had already stepped into it.
But what startled him was that he suddenly found there seemed to be no pressure at all.
The original thorny path now seemed like a Tongtian Dadao.
The original poisonous mists swirling, demon beasts roaring, arrays spread everywhere, swamps permeating—
Now, there were only birdsong and fragrant flowers, babbling streams tinkling, butterflies fluttering.
The ground was incomparably solid, the surrounding Spiritual Qi permeating, making one feel refreshed and joyful.
End of Chapter
