"Um, Senior Song..." Beside them, the White-Robed Longevity Immortal who had been dragged into the wealth-spending throne world called out. He felt as though Senior Song and the Three-Eyed Netherworld Ruler had ignored him ever since he was sucked into this Small World.
"Wait a moment, Fellow Daoist. Once I've ground Three-Eyed Senior into the dirt, we can discuss the matter between us." With that, Song Shuhang gave the White-Robed Longevity Immortal a friendly smile.
After all, a fellow daoist who brought Spirit Stones right to his door was a rare find. A visitor was a guest, and Song Shuhang certainly wouldn't stint on service with a smile.
—Spirit Stones could not only buy service with a smile from a mighty Longevity Immortal, but also earn a warm, heartfelt smile from Tyrant Song.
"Grind me into the dirt? Where did you get that confidence, Little Hang? When I'm grinding you into the dirt in a moment, don't blame me for showing no mercy." Senior Three-Eyed Youth flashed a Netherworld Ruler-style sinister grin, frightening the White-Robed Longevity Immortal beside him.
"Since you're so confident, Senior, why don't we raise the stakes? After our best-of-three bet on their sexes, let's keep betting... There are about seven Longevity Immortals outside. Apart from the two we need for the three rounds, we can bet another five times. The loser takes a punch!" Song Shuhang rubbed his chest, smoothing out the fist-shaped dent Three-Eyed Senior had left there.
"Bring it on! Who's afraid of whom? I choose B for all of them... Female for every one! Do you dare?" Senior Three-Eyed Youth declared proudly.
With seven Bs in a row, surely he could get at least two or three right?
He had already picked out the cruelest punching techniques to inflict pain on Tyrant Song.