"Brother, I saw it move. I thought it was about to attack you, so I..."
Tang San lowered his head like a child who had made a mistake, while Tang Chuan felt as if his lungs were about to explode from rage.
His first Spirit Ring, practically within his grasp, was gone. Just like that, it was gone!
Tang Chuan was so enraged by Tang San's move that he stamped his feet in frustration.
From nearby, Fu Ye had clearly seen Tang San's little tricks. What did he mean, he saw it move?
Tang San had obviously used Blue Silver Grass to forcibly hold down the Mandala Snake, which had been knocked unconscious by a fart, then dragged its body from below and pushed it upward several times.
Then, after seeing that Tang Chuan had fallen for it and backed away, he struck at once and killed it.
Fu Ye felt that this moment deserved applause!
Author: Good! Very good! Clap clap clap clap.
Their past and present selves had scammed each other so thoroughly. As expected of two great Buddhas who shared the same stench, carrying it from past to present.
One had urged the other to absorb a ten-year Spirit Ring, while the other desperately obstructed him from absorbing one. Their character was plain for all to see.
"System, use the Bewitching Curse on Tang Chuan."
Ding. Bewitching Curse in use. Please issue your command, Host.
"Make him completely obey Tang San and Yu Xiaogang's arrangements when choosing his first Spirit Ring."
Command edited. Bewitching Curse in use. Successfully applied!
At that moment, a stream of gray energy gathered within Tang San's Sea of Consciousness, but he did not notice anything unusual.
"Alright, alright. I'm done watching those clown rookies peck at each other.