After Zhao Gongming was brutally beaten by Duobao, he said, "Senior Brother Duobao, the Grand Senior Brother beat you up, so you came and beat me up. That isn't right... Hmm, the Grand Senior Brother beat you once, and you beat me twice? That's too much."
Upon hearing this, Duobao thought for a moment before saying, "Oh, beating you twice is too much? If you hadn't run your mouth, would the Grand Senior Brother have beaten me?" As he spoke, he threw another punch, leaving Zhao Gongming with two black eyes. "I can't beat the Grand Senior Brother, of course I have to take my anger out on you." Then he tore open space and went straight home.
Zhao Gongming now had two dark circles under his eyes and a lump on his head. Duobao had solidified the injuries with the power of a Saint, so they could not fade at all. With an utterly helpless expression, he said, "Grand Senior Brother, save me..."
Hearing this, Xuanxiao looked at Zhao Gongming in confusion. "Save you? Save you from what? Old Zhao, forget life-threatening injuries—you don't even have internal injuries..."
Embarrassed, Zhao Gongming said, "Grand Senior Brother, isn't looking this bad the greatest injury of all? I'm the dignified God of Wealth, yet I've been beaten into this state. How am I supposed to go out and face the gods..."
Xuanxiao burst into laughter. A mass of Qi of Creation appeared in his hand, and he sent it into Zhao Gongming's body. In an instant, the injuries on Zhao Gongming's body healed.
"Thank you, Grand Senior Brother!" Zhao Gongming was moved to tears.
"All right, Old Zhao, stop complaining. Who told you to run your mouth and provoke Duobao? Be more careful in the future!" Xuanxiao said with a laugh.
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