"There aren't any yet. Tell me when there are. For now, get someone to make me a vehicle. There were Soul Tool vehicles on the continent before, but their pressure and shock absorption were poor, and their Soul Power efficiency was low. Modify them according to my ideas and incorporate the experience of those Soul Engineers."
"Remember, while pursuing quality, comfort matters too. I've been jolted around in carriages these past few days until I nearly threw up my guts."
Threw up his guts? That was way too exaggerated.
Even now, Golden Goose still wasn't used to Xu Yu's everyday phrasing. Though his words were extremely exaggerated, they were undeniably vivid.
"No problem. I'll build it within three days," Golden Goose promised. That was the confidence of a Titled Douluo.
After urging Golden Goose to hurry, Xu Yu felt there was nothing else to do and prepared to leave. Then Golden Goose remembered something and said, "I forgot to tell you. That woman said that as long as you help Tang Hao escape Spirit Hall's pursuit, she'll pretend last night never happened."
"What does that mean?"
Scumbag. Golden Goose kicked Xu Yu straight out of the carriage. After eating his fill and wiping his mouth, he wanted to wipe his ass and leave.
After rolling twice on the ground, Xu Yu nearly tore the carriage apart. She couldn't even explain herself properly, so why kick him?
He angrily glared at the several Soul Masters staring at him strangely, snorted coldly, and returned to his own carriage.
The person he had fantasized about last night was Golden Goose, and she had found out?
That made no sense. He had never had those kinds of thoughts about Golden Goose, okay?
Besides, although his memories had become somewhat blurry after waking up, fragments