Princess Against the World

If this is really the case, that would be tragic!

Not only was she being chased by that old pervert Xing Jun, she also had to avoid a group of descendants of an ancient clan who appeared out of nowhere.

Feng Chenglin could imagine how miserable Shang He's life would be in the future.

It would be better if what the ancient clan did failed, at least no one would bother her anymore.

But if those descendants gain the upper hand, I'm afraid she will be like Dingmiao and have to hide for the rest of her life!

Shang He's face turned blue and purple when he was told this, and he bit his lips tightly with silver teeth, as if he was angry and kept silent.

"Shang He, I don't want to hide it from you. We are not descendants of the ancient clan. We just have a little relationship with them, so we won't do anything to you. Don't worry!"

Ling Luoyu could see Shang He's knot in his heart——

She didn't want to be Ling Luoyu's enemy.

No matter from the past or the future, I don’t want to!

"You just said that someone came looking for you. Who was it?"

Shang He lowered his head: "Who else could it be? Of course they are the so-called descendants of the ancient clan!"

With a cold smile, he shook his head slightly.

"I really don't know what's going on with these people? They seem to be possessed by evil spirits. They are preaching something in front of me..."

She crossed her hands back and forth as if trying to describe something.

"Do you know? It's like someone speaking from heaven in front of you... They actually promised me an unwarranted future!"

"An unfounded future?" Ling Luoyu narrowed his eyes: "Is it about the future of the descendants of an ancient clan?"

"right!"

Shang He was completely incomprehensible, as if he was facing a group of idiots, trying hard to express his emotions.

"You know? That is a kind of world that sounds too ridiculous... The ancient clan, haha... The ancient clan is extinct. We are just the so-called descendants, that is, their blood is flowing in our bodies, and we are actually delusional. Become a master and become a clan of kings!"

"A clan of kings..."

Ling Luoyu suddenly thought of the stars he saw that night.

Change of ownership rises!

Could it be that the risers mentioned by the stars are the descendants of these ancient clans?

If this is the case, I am afraid that the Protoss will really be reduced to a bloody field.

"A clan of kings? Humph! I think they are just a bunch of trash with only dreams!" Shang He suddenly looked at Feng Chenglin, and his expression changed.

Feng Chenglin was listening enthusiastically when he suddenly glanced at her and was startled: "No... what do you think I am doing? I have nothing to do with these high-ranking ancient clans..."

"What she thinks of is trash!" Ling Luoyu made a last-ditch attack.

Feng Chenglin: "..."

What is this all about? !

Shang He licked his lips: "I didn't mean that, I just think that a group of people who only talk big words but have no cultivation will not accomplish anything... Following such people is seeking death!"

Feng Chenglin widened his eyes curiously: "A person without cultivation? Could it be that the person who comes to see you is not a descendant of an ancient clan!"

"Fat man, there are many descendants of the ancient descendants, but because of the mixing of blood, the power contained in their bodies is not equal!"

"Oh, I understand... Just like mixed blood, people with pure blood from the ancient clan will have relatively greater power, but after being passed down for too many generations, those powers will be diluted. Yes, that’s what you mean, right!?”

Ling Luoyu squinted: "Fat man, I find that you are uniquely knowledgeable about things like mixed blood!"