Hearing the voice behind him that softly spat out only two words, yet suddenly made one feel a certain unspeakable threat,
seeing that he somehow failed to bluff his way through again, Fang Ran regrettably clicked his tongue quietly,
but the next second, he put on a bright, sunny smile and turned his head around:
"Hahaha, I was just joking! How could I possibly forget about you, Method Master Dage?"
"With the tight bond we share, of course I prepared a special gift just for you!"
Listening to these suspiciously familiar words off to the side, someone's twitching mouth showed he couldn't even change his lines, and he flashed directly to Spellcaster's side.
Meng Lang used the quiet, knowing expression of someone who had been through it all to remind him:
"Don't believe his ghost stories, old brother Spellcaster. This guy might pull out some piece of junk for you in a second."
Like some rusted scrap of metal.
Hearing this reminder and understanding his meaning, Spellcaster merely hooked his arm around Fang Ran's shoulder and spoke with a "nuclear-level kind" smile:
"Of course, I believe that you, Xiao Fang, definitely wouldn't bring me any piece of junk, right?"
Feeling the pressure emanating from his current smile, Fang Ran broke into a cold sweat and subconsciously nodded,
"Uh-ah... yeah, yeah."
Then he secretly shoved the titanium alloy backscratcher he had prepared right back down.
"Ahem."
Putting some distance between them, Fang Ran pretended to cough twice to straighten himself up, then looked at Spellcaster with a righteous expression:
"Rest assured, with the tight bond between you and me, Method Master Dage, how could I bring you junk? The special gift I prepared for you is actually..."
He spoke in the tone of unveiling the grand finale prize, and the next