Hell God Boss Is Joking?

The moment the words left her mouth, she felt something was off.

Just moments ago, she had been cursing Lin Zhu for being inhuman, saying he was unworthy of being the Three Realms Enforcement Prison God, accusing him of swindling and taking advantage of a crisis. Yet now, she had turned around and called him "Hell God Boss."

That turn had come a little too sharply, so sharply that even she felt she could hardly show her face. But she simply could not hold back. Lin Zhu had agreed to let Little White Dragon return to his position, which meant the Journey to the West plan could still move forward. It meant that Great Master Guanyin had not dropped the ball on the first trial.

"But the saddle—" Guanyin Bodhisattva suddenly remembered a fatal problem.

Lin Zhu's gaze instantly sharpened. His tone was decisive, leaving no room for negotiation as he cut her off directly. "Don't even think about it."

Guanyin Bodhisattva's expression stiffened at once.

Her delighted smile was still hanging on her face, too late to withdraw, while her stiffened muscles layered over it. The expression on her entire face twisted into something extremely strange, half laughter and half tears. She opened her mouth, her voice dry and helpless. "Without that artifact, won't Little White Dragon be able to run off whenever he wants?"

She could even picture it—the saddle's seal was gone, but Little White Dragon's Dragon Clan aura remained intact. The Heavenly Court's karmic records would continue operating as usual, and the Dragon Clan would always know where he was and what he was doing.

Joining the Buddhist Sect? That did not exist. Little White Dragon had never joined them. He was merely following Lin Zhu's orders and cooperating with the Journey to the West.

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