"Let's forget it!"
Lin San seemed to have forgotten his original purpose. He no longer tried to persuade Qin Feng, and hurriedly refused instead. "I still have to find Ye Chen and demand justice. Besides, I've been away for so long. It's time I went back to the Realm of Creation."
"Brother Lin, there's no rush!"
Qin Feng tugged him along. "You ought to experience the joys of being a man. Head west into the desert, drive the Xiongnu north, ride the wildest horses, fight the most dashing battles, and, while you're at it, take a look at the beauties from foreign lands."
"Brother Qin, wait!"
Lin San struggled as he went along. "This really isn't for me. I'm truly not that kind of person!"
"Ding-dong! Congratulations, host, for corrupting a Mythical Heavenly Chosen Son. You've earned 200,000 Villain Points!"
"Little San San, you sly fox!"
Qin Feng couldn't help marveling to himself.
He claimed he wasn't that kind of person, but deep down, he wanted it more than anything. If not for the system's notification, Qin Feng might actually have believed him.
"Brother Qin, I think I'll be going!"
Lin San was torn inside.
Though he really wanted to go and see, his principles told him he shouldn't.
"Relax, they don't eat people!"
Qin Feng quickly grabbed Lin San and held him back.
He had just conquered the Esoteric Sect and seized—cough, confiscated—a great haul of treasures. He was in dire need of someone to help him withstand the Divine Artifact Lightning Tribulation.
And now Little San San had practically delivered himself to Qin Feng's door. How could he let him run off just like that?
"Brother Lin, listen to me!"
Qin Feng clung tightly to Lin San, tempting him relentlessly. "Foreign customs, swaying hips—it's something you'd never find