Bab 901: Blood mosquitoes level up (1)

Zhao Wen was still lying on Zhao Hai's head as usual, his small eyes focused on the screen. There was no change to her body, and she still looked like a red crystal sculpture. As long as she was lying there without moving, others would definitely think that she was just a sculpture. However, Zhao Wen was indeed a God-grade powerhouse now.

Zhao Hai looked at the nervous Protoss on the screen and asked Zhao Wen in confusion, " "Little Wen, why do those gods race people seem to be very afraid of the spirit-devouring blood mosquitoes? Could it be that your clan still has someone from the gods race?"

Zhao Wen shook his head. &Quot; young master, I'm not familiar with this. I was born here on the ark continent and grew up here. I don't know anything about the divine realm. &Quot;