Wasn't That Its Little Brother?

"You, get off it."

Mo rarely spoke in such a forceful tone.

To him, the tribesmen around him were nothing more than immature children, and even if they caused a huge commotion, he would never truly get angry.

It's not worth getting angry with a child.

But the scene before him caused a rare surge of anger to rise within him.

This person was actually sitting on the Holy Spear of their Asura Tribe.

Wrong.

Although this gun is almost identical in shape to the Holy Spear, there are subtle differences in its aura, making it difficult to say whether it is a sister gun or a brother gun.

Regardless of the nature of the relationship.

This person actually sat on it with their buttocks! How is that any different from defiling a sacred object?

Mo winked at An Dark Night, his Sapphire Blue eyes filled with a solemn promise.

Don't worry, I will definitely save you from this predicament.

Dark Night: Huh?

Si Lin patted the shaft of Dark Night's gun, leaned down to the barrel, and asked in a low voice:

"Dark Night, what does he mean? Could it be that you secretly run away to find your new human while I'm busy with clan affairs and no one's playing with you?"

Otherwise, how do you explain that indignant expression on the other person's face, as if they wanted to rip him off the gun?

That look was clearly that of a thug who forcibly seized a civilian's gun.

"Little friend, have you misunderstood something?"

Si Lin deliberately emphasized the words "little kid" slowly and heavily, a smug smile playing on his lips.

Since the other party acted strangely from the start, I can't blame myself for being sarcastic.

Mo stood with his arms crossed, his face expressionless, and said:

"I'm 51,400 years old this year. Who should I call 'little kid'?"

Considering the other person's young age, he let the verbal offense slide.

Upon hearing this number, Si Lin's expression underwent three complex changes.

My first reaction: Over 50,000 years old! That old? He doesn't look that old at all, but he's an ancient relic. You really can't judge a book by its cover.

Second reaction: At 51,400 years old, he wouldn't even live a fraction of the other person's life.

Third reaction: I want to cry, I want to cry ૮⸝⸝o̴̶̷᷄ ·̭ o̴̶̷̥᷅⸝⸝ა.

"Then, young senior, could you tell me why? You can't just make me roll off my own gun for no reason."

Si Lin switched to a slightly more polite form of address.

Although his opponent was older, more imposing, and seemed unfathomable, Si Lin was not afraid at all.

He's a man Divine Blessing; if the other party is really foolish enough to try something, then they shouldn't blame him for bullying the old man.

"Your gun." Mo pointed it at the Dark Night.

"Gun?"

Si Lin glanced down at the Dark Night beneath him, then tapped the gun with his hand, his tone half teasing and half jealous.

"Dark Night, I didn't realize you were such a gun enthusiast. Quite a few people wanted to take you before, and now even a junior senior passing by wants you."

With a Dark Night flip, An Ye threw Si Lin off him.

Si Lin flipped in the air and landed.

Unfortunately, before he could even regain his footing, the tip of Dark Night's Spear Tip was already thrusting towards him, the attack fierce and uncompromising.

Si Lin dodged to the side, glanced at An Dark Night, whose Spear Tip was still pointing at him in mid-air, and chuckled softly:

"You got angry over just a few words? Dark Night, why have you become so delicate?"

He casually added a joke:

"Could it be that you've been secretly going to see the gods behind my back?"

Si Lin said this casually.

But he suddenly noticed that Dark Night's movements froze for a moment, as if he were a little guilty.

Si Lin's smile froze.

He stared into the Dark Night, his voice rising a half-octave. "What? You really went?"

Swaying left and right in the Dark Night.

--Oh no, we've been found out.

Si Lin knew the other party so well that he never expected that he would actually be betrayed.

He usually works diligently to handle the mountain of clan affairs in the Jade Qilin Clan.

They get up earlier than the roosters and go to bed later than night owls.

His good partner not only didn't have to do anything, but also had someone to wipe and maintain it every day, living a more comfortable life than he, the Clan Leader.

Instead of being grateful, this guy secretly went to see God behind his back.

No wonder this guy sometimes pretends not to hear when he calls out to Dark Night; he's gotten too big for his britches.

Sensing the escalating rage emanating from Si Lin, Dark Night stood up straight, his gun held ramrod straight, adopting a "so what if I go?" stance.

"Alright, alright, Dark Night, you're getting bolder and bolder."

Si Lin gritted his teeth, drew a short knife from his waist, and lunged at Dark Night.

A man and a gun clashed fiercely in the Starry Sky, the clanging sounds of their weapons ringing out incessantly.

Meanwhile, Mo, who had been completely ignored by them, stood to the side with his arms crossed, watching this sudden infighting unfold.

Are these the people from outside?

They really have a big heart.

Despite being so much stronger than his opponent, the opponent was completely unprepared and even dared to fight with his weapon right in front of him.

Aren't you afraid I'll take the opportunity to launch a sneak attack?

Mo Gang took a small step, and the person and gunman who were fighting fiercely on the other side instantly stopped, jumped back several meters away, and created a clear and safe distance between them.

"Young senior, you're so old, yet you still try to launch a sneak attack!"

Si Lin gripped the short sword in one hand and used the other to Dark Night.

Mo felt no shame whatsoever at the accusation of "ambush".

"If I really do launch a sneak attack, it'll be a sneak attack based on skill, is there a problem with that?"

Si Lin choked for a moment; this was the first time he had ever seen such a shameless... ancient relic that had lived for over 50,000 years.

How can they make a sneak attack sound so righteous!

Just as Si Lin was about to retort, Dark Night suddenly turned his gun on him.

The Spear Tip pointed straight into the depths of the distant Sea of Stars.

The gun emitted a joyful sound that Si Lin had never heard before.

Si Lin looked in the direction Dark Night pointed, and saw a streak of Sapphire Blue Flowing Light hurtling through the air at an astonishing speed from the depths of the Sea of Stars, leaving a long trail of Divine Power behind it.

The light grew closer and brighter until it was right in front of me, at which point I could see it clearly.

It was also a long, Pitch-Black Spear.

The gun body is adorned with a brighter and more flamboyant Sapphire Blue.

The Spear roamed leisurely through the Sea of Stars, its posture relaxed and carefree.

It actually had a mission this time.

The owner sent it to pick someone up.

But as it flew, the Spear suddenly caught a very familiar scent, a scent that came from the same source as it.

--Hey? Isn't that its younger brother?

The Spear trembled slightly.

The entire gun exuded a mixture of surprise and elation, and it turned around and sped towards the location of Dark Night.