Now the Golden Dragon was comfortably sprawled on the ground, enjoying its massage. Its huge eyes rolled as it pondered: Those two fellows will be leaving soon, right? But what am I supposed to do afterward? I've gotten used to enjoying massages. If I can't have them later, it'll be truly unbearable. But the rules are...
The Golden Dragon sighed.
It rolled over and exposed its belly. One dragon claw pointed at it, making its meaning perfectly clear: massage here too.
Mo Ganyun and Dong Yunyu, the two fellows who would be strutting about after leaving, obediently began massaging the dragon's belly.
"After we get out, I'll be able to brag about this for the rest of my life!"
Dong Yunyu sighed with emotion. "Those people have merely been served by a dragon, but who can compare with the two of us? We've served a dragon!"
"Shut your mouth!"
Mo Ganyun was sweating like rain. "You've got no shame, but I still have a reputation to protect. Dong the Boss, we'll be out in a few years. Once we leave this time, the two of us should never see each other again."
"Crossing the river and tearing down the bridge, are we?"
Dong Yunyu sneered. "Who would've thought Mo Ganyun would have such character? I've truly seen it all. Tsk, tsk. The Mo Family is such a righteous and glorious lineage—how did it produce a treacherous ingrate like you?"
Mo Ganyun gave a cold, mocking laugh and could not even be bothered to answer.
In the hundred years since entering, Dong Yunyu had dragged him through eighty or ninety of them.
This damn...
Mo Ganyun himself was especially impressed: I'm actually still alive. My damn self-restraint is incredible.
As Dong Yunyu worked, he suddenly said to Mo Ganyun, "Hey, Yunyu,