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;