Jiang Qingyu widened her eyes, her blood racing, and raised her voice: "Reborn and restored!?"
"Does that mean as long as we find the fragments of the gods' divine consciousness, they can return!?"
Tengshe touched his nose. Jiang Qingyu had a premonition that what he was about to say next would not be pleasant, and the blood that had just boiled up was like a basin of cold water poured over it, instantly extinguished.
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