"Hahaha..."
The little monk laughed so hard his eyes vanished, his hands pounding wildly against the ground.
Mu Zixi could not help laughing as well, covering her mouth with a soft chuckle.
Xu Xiaoshou alone could not laugh at all.
As Little Fish went on with her story, why did it feel like every part of it somehow connected back to him?
The Eighth Sword Immortal, the sword-bearer of the Burial Sword Tomb, the Resentful Buddha, and Kui Leihan, who had crushed everyone beneath him...
So, without realizing it, he had already come to know the descendants of so many formidable figures? Fortunately, he had not offended every last one of them.
Otherwise, the days ahead would be rather hard to endure.
Setting those thoughts aside for now, Xu Xiaoshou, weighed down by immense pressure, found it difficult to listen to any more stories.
He had a premonition.
If things continued developing like this for him...
He might not only become somewhat hostile to the Red Robes.
He might even come face-to-face with the Holy Spirit Hall, or with those legendary great figures one by one.
"So hard to endure..."
Xu Xiaoshou's head ached.
Looking at the little monk rolling about on the floor with laughter, he no longer had the mood to tease him.
He simply grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up.
"Do you want to go out?" Xu Xiaoshou asked bluntly.
Unhappy: ???
"Received suspicion, Passive Value +1."
"Received fear, Passive Value +1."
Before he could react, Xu Xiaoshou waved his hand and summoned a teleportation light gate, directly tossing the little fellow back into the White Cavern.
"Xu Xiaoshou, you..."
Mu Zixi's smile froze at once.
"Since I'm not planning to squeeze this brat dry, I can't let him stay in the Origin Mansion