The missions in the prison of God were not static. Before the purple-haired woman made the suggestion, the Taoist had actually considered changing his faction and stance-if he couldn't win, he would join!
However, it was too difficult to find an opportunity to change the mission. Compared to the purple-haired woman's suggestion, song qingxiao's words were undoubtedly more attractive to the Daoist, making him almost forget about the previous 'hair loss'.
"You're confident?"
The surging blood rushed into his lungs, causing the Daoist priest to lick the corner of his mouth.
I'm not 100% sure, " song qingxiao shook her head, " but the divine prison mission itself is risky. No one knows if they are on the right path until the last moment.
In addition to strength and talent, luck was also a survival of the fittest.
even if I told you that I'm 100% confident, would you believe me? "
Of course, he didn't believe it!
