A Piece of Shit to Worry About.

“Just passing by?”

The person in the black robe let out an eerie voice.

Simply based on this voice, Lu DaSheng was so frightened that his soul escaped and his courage vanished. The martial arts masters had easily died at this person’s hands, so how could he, a insignificant martial king, not be like a little earthworm in this person’s hands?

“Senior, senior, I really was just passing by.” Lu DaSheng shivered all over, frightened to the point that his legs turned soft, and hurriedly explained, “That’s right, I’m the number one alchemist in South Sha, I can concoct imperial grade medicines. As long as senior needs them, I’m willing to serve you, I only ask that you spare my life.”

“Do you think I need imperial grade medicines?”

The person in the black robe said gloomily.

Upon hearing this, Lu DaSheng’s face turned extremely ugly. He had originally thought that relying on his status as the number one alchemist in South Sha, he could make this person be wary of him. But he had overlooked the fact that someone who could easily kill martial arts masters would not think much of imperial grade medicines at all!

“Whip yourself one hundred slaps, then get as far away from here as possible!”

It seemed that the person in the black robe had no interest in Lu DaSheng at all. He leisurely left this one sentence, then disappeared without a trace.

Seeing this, Lu DaSheng, who had been very nervous just before, instantly let out a sigh of relief.

But in the next moment, another voice appeared in his mind...

“If you don’t whip yourself, I guarantee you’ll die an even more miserable death than that person!”

These words struck Lu DaSheng like lightning. His entire person gritted his teeth with an extremely ugly expression, full of regret as he stood in place.

What the hell did I offend to deserve this? I just came to watch the commotion, but ended up running into this mess. As unwilling as he was, remembering that person’s methods, he didn’t dare to gamble!

So he could only lift his heavy palm and whip himself across the face.

Qingshan Patriarch, who had been chasing after Lu DaSheng, only arrived now. The first thing he saw was Lu DaSheng treading on air while counting numbers as he whipped his own face, afraid that he had whipped himself one less time.

“Lu... Master Lu, what sin did you commit that you have to torture yourself like this?” Qingshan Patriarch frowned and carefully asked.

“Piss off!”

Lu DaSheng angrily roared, directly taking out his anger on Qingshan Patriarch.

Seeing this, Qingshan Patriarch shuddered and quickly left. Even from far away, he could still see Lu DaSheng whipping his own face.

“Something must have happened in his family!”

“Oh well, I don’t dare to ask anyway...”

Shaking his head, Qingshan Patriarch left with a complicated expression.

Yi Feng, who had just drowsily woken up, finally came to his senses at this time.

He was about to go pour himself a glass of water when he noticed the chattering skull that had been frolicking in the yard was gone.

“Disciple, where did that broken thing go?” Yi Feng asked loudly.

“It was just here a moment ago, then suddenly disappeared,” Zhong Qing quickly replied.

“That troublesome thing, it ran out again to cause me more headaches!”

Yi Feng’s expression darkened, full of anger.

Damn it, didn't it know what it looked like? Running around out there, it would be strange if it didn't scare anyone to death!

“Stop training. Come with me quickly to find it,” Yi Feng urged, then hurriedly got dressed and ran outside.

On the street.

Although it was late autumn, the weather had turned quite nice these past few days, so the streets were as lively as usual. In fact, many people had even come out specifically to purchase supplies for the coming winter.

Of course, wherever there were streets, there would absolutely be women who loved to shop.

Not far away at a rouge shop, several young girls were dressed up beautifully, their legs exposed as they chatted and laughed while applying rouge.

Suddenly, a black shadow came scurrying over, keeping its little head low as it snuck around behind those girls.

After sneaking around for a long time, a white little head peeked out from under the black robe, its upper and lower jaws clicking together excitedly.

Seeing that no one was around, a white palm quietly emerged from the wide sleeve...

Then reached towards the girl’s hand, about to succeed.

But suddenly, a flying kick appeared out of nowhere, kicking it right in the forehead.

“Damned thing.”

“Troublesome thing, causing me problems again!”

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