My little junior sister’s breasts are fierce and super strong

As Jiang Qingyu finished speaking, the entire hall fell into silence.

There was no sound, it was eerily quiet.

An inexplicable feeling of suffocation spread.

"So?" Zhou Shu asked without changing her expression.

Jiang Qingyu's throat was dry, and he said with difficulty: "So, I hope you can think carefully about whether to accept the inheritance of Godhead, because once you inherit it, you will not be allowed to regret it, and what you inherit is not only Godhead, but also responsibility... and mission."

When he learned about the mission, Jiang Qingyu often felt that he was overwhelmed by the so-called mission, and often felt sorry for himself, resentful and unwilling, but in the end all these negative emotions turned into relief and acceptance.

What she wanted to say was that once she was on a mission, she could no longer live for herself. She had always thought of having such an opportunity to help Luo Heng and the others become gods quickly. This was a rare opportunity.

But now that things have come to a head, Jiang Qingyu is hesitant.

She was alone, and all her teachers were involved in the war. Her only concern was her few close friends, but her close friends had many worries. She couldn't imagine that if Song Shu and the others died in the battle, what would happen to them? How sad parents and relatives must be, adopted father and adopted mother...

Jiang Qing was thinking deeply when a hand suddenly placed on his shoulder. It was Song Shu.

He had a smile on his face, his eyes were very gentle, and he was as kind as an elder brother. "Has Xiaoyu forgotten the existence of my sworn brother? As long as Xiaoyu is willing, the Song family will always be Xiaoyu's home."

"In this case, Xiaoyu is also concerned. My parents are still at home waiting for us to go back. You don't know that you are not here. From that day after you left Tianyuan, your parents talked about you every day. Brother, my family status, Every day is getting worse, alas..."

"Ahem," Zhou Shuning coughed twice, her sharpness turned into softness, and she said with a blush, "Ah Shu and I were already engaged, just half a month ago. I originally wanted to invite you, but the sound transmission jade could not be sent out. As for the wedding date, we decided to wait until the demon clan is settled."

Jiang Qingyu counted the days and said regretfully: "I was in Danyue, Beizhou half a month ago. Due to special circumstances, I couldn't use the sound transmission jade. Unexpectedly, you all got engaged."

"You can always make it to the wedding day." Zhou Shuning said with a smile, "So after all, we are all on our own."

Song Shu: "How can family matters be trouble?"

Luo Heng was like a lazy cat basking in the sun. He looked at Jiang Qingyu with a pair of black eyes, with a hidden smile in his eyes, pretending to be surprised: "Or... Xiaoyu, you don't know how. Do you think that saving the common people is a matter for the gods and you alone?"

Jiang Qingyu waved her hands, but before she could say anything, she was interrupted by Gu Zhizhou excitedly: "Hey! Save the common people? It sounds so cool! We will all be great heroes then!"

Song Shu touched his chin with a smile in his eyes: "Perhaps our name will last forever."

"Famous for eternity? That sounds good." Zhou Shuning took Jiang Qingyu's arm, bumped Jiang Qingyu lightly, and raised her slender eyebrows: "Together?"

"You..." There was a layer of mist in his eyes, and his vision gradually blurred.

Something seemed to be melting in his heart. The coldness was dispelled and turned into a warm current flowing in his heart. Jiang Qingyu couldn't care about his image. He bit his lip and wiped away the tears with his sleeve. He nodded firmly with a smile and said loudly: "Well !Together!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Lingjun and Ya Yin walked in from outside the palace and said with a smile: "How about it, have you explained everything?"

Jiang Qingyu suddenly blushed, and stared at his master and brothers with a pair of round almond-shaped eyes: "You actually eavesdropped!!!" Wu Lingjun smiled like a crescent moon and took out a folding fan from his sleeves. , opened it with a swipe, fanned it twice gracefully, and said: "We are not eavesdropping, we are watching."

Jiang Qingyu: (●—●)

Everyone's breath is different, especially when they are happy, angry, sad, happy, sad or frightened, the breath fluctuates greatly. By looking at the breath, you can analyze the other person's emotional state.

Basically all monks know the skill of looking at Qi, but most of them have only a superficial understanding of it. Only a few have mastered it, and Wu Lingjun is one of the few.

"How are you, are you ready to withstand the test?" The folding fan was put away the moment he closed it. Wu Lingjun folded his hands and naturally hung them in front of his lower abdomen. The corners of his mouth were raised slightly and he asked with a smile.

Luo Heng and the four of them looked at each other, and finally nodded together. Luo Heng spoke on behalf of the four people, with a firm tone: "Senior, when will it start?"

"Any time!" Wu Lingjun waved his sleeves and the stars in the sky began to twinkle: "As you can see, these stars are the gods. Whether you can get their favor, test and inheritance depends entirely on your abilities. Four children, now... …let's start!"

After that, a soft yet powerful wind pushed the four of them up into the starry sky, and Jiang Qingyu followed Wu Lingjun and Ya Yin to retreat to the white jade pillar near the palace gate.

Seeing that the little apprentice didn't show any worried expression, Wu Lingjun couldn't help but narrowed his eyes and teased with a smile: "Why is Xiaoyu not worried now?"

Jiang Qingyu was calm and composed, with a faint smile on his lips, "They will never break their promises if they promise to do it."

Wu Lingjun smiled and shook his head. The emotion in his eyes was a little unclear for a while, making it difficult to describe and analyze.

"You mean, Master never uses fans, so why did he take out a folding fan just now?" Jiang Qing was confused and thought, if she didn't ask today, she would probably hold it in her stomach until she died. She is a good child who is very curious about knowledge.

Wu Lingjun raised his right eyebrow slightly, and the folding fan just now returned to his hand, and he waved it in front of Ya Yin and Jiang Qing Yu in a showy way, "Don't all emcees carry a folding fan in their hands? Of course I do too. Follow trends.”

"Huh?" Jiang Qingyu was confused, "What kind of trend is this? I've never heard of it."

She turned to look at Crow Yin and asked, "Senior brother, have you heard of it?"

Crow Yin shook his head, it seemed that he had never heard of it.

Wu Lingjun sighed leisurely, as if everyone was drunk and I was alone, a bunch of idiots who didn't read the script.

After the interlude, Jiang Qingyu's eyes fell on the four of Luo Heng again. They were together with the stars in the sky. They closed their eyes tightly and seemed to have found the godhead that reflected them.

"How long will it take to test and inherit?" Jiang Qingyu asked, raising his head.

Wu Lingjun blinked and said uncertainly: "It should...not take long...right?"

After all, this was the first time that he had seen a monk undergo the test of his godhood. Gods from thousands of years ago were directly given godhood by heaven, without having to undergo tests, which was equivalent to being personally sealed. Therefore, he was not sure about the time.

But it shouldn't take long. Wu Lingjun is still very optimistic about Luo Heng and the four of them. After all, the gods who selected them are all high-ranking gods.