Listening to what Chen Ming'er said, the God King of Destruction couldn't stop the corners of his mouth from rising. He felt so exhilarated that he was practically buzzing.
Wuwuwu, a little cotton-padded jacket really is the best. He understands me! The God King of Destruction wore an expression of immense relief, only for the God of Pride beside him to chime in:
"Lord, that was what I meant just now. I also think Lord is quite good."
Upon hearing the God of Pride's words, Xiao Zi's face immediately darkened. Remembering how the other party had just pointed out so many of his flaws, his expression fell. Then he turned to Chen Ming'er with a gentle smile.
"Ming'er, go play first. Your Uncle Zi and Uncle Pride have something to discuss."
"Alright."
After answering, Chen Ming'er watched as the God King of Destruction instantly changed expression when he turned around. His eyes, fixed on the God of Pride, were filled with icy indifference. He then grabbed the God of Pride and headed for the training grounds.
"Eh! Why is Lord dragging me to the training grounds again?!"
"I'm giving you extra training. Don't scream too loudly later."
"What?! No, stop! Yame—!"
As the God of Pride's wails once again echoed across the training grounds, Chen Ming'er broke out in a cold sweat. No wonder, when he had struck the God of Pride with Destruction Divine Thunder back then, the man had said that Lord hadn't struck him in a long time.
So this was a daily routine. Watching the God of Pride, who had been zapped, clutch his backside and run around wildly, Chen Ming'er withdrew his gaze and spread out his divine sense.
While he was unclogging Tang Wutong's leaking drainpipe, he also found where Tang San was currently