The Old Scoundrel

Hearing Ning Ye speak, Black Flame cackled strangely. "Indeed, we need to have a talk. This venerable one does not ask for much. First, return everything you extorted from me back then, then compensate me a little extra. If you know what's good for you, I can keep your secret for the time being. When I invade, I can even spare your life."

Ning Ye spread his hands. "I'd like to give it to you, but you know this is only an avatar of mine. How could I have any benefits to offer? Besides, I already used up all the benefits you gave me back then. Even the main body doesn't have them anymore."

"What did you say?" The Black Flame Demon God glared furiously at Ning Ye.

Ning Ye was unafraid and answered frankly, "I said I'm only in the Myriad Laws Realm now. What benefits do you think someone at my level could possibly have?"

"Huh?"

Black Flame was dumbfounded. "Aren't you afraid I'll expose you?"

Ning Ye nodded. "I am. But I don't have anything, so what can I do?"

His lazy tone carried the air of a dead pig unafraid of boiling water.

There was no use reasoning with an existence like the Black Flame Demon God. The best way was to act like a shameless rogue. Ning Ye was the textbook sort of deadbeat: yes, I owe you ten million, and I'm not denying it—but sorry, I have no money. I'll just lie here. Do whatever you want. Kill me however you please.

Torture me in whatever position you like!

Those who reason feared those who played the rogue.

It was rare for the Black Flame Demon God to reason with someone, only to suddenly discover that his opponent was even more unreasonable than he