The Humble Gangzi

What on earth was Tang San's identity?

If Gangzi did not bring the Twenty-Four Bridges Bright Moon Night over himself, did he actually expect him to proactively ask Gangzi for it? Where would his dignity as the God King Tang go then!

Damn Gangzi, who had given it straight to him in his past life, yet now showed no intention of handing it over.

You have already chosen the path to your own death!

Yu Xiaogang watched Tang San's retreating back as he walked out, closed the door, reached out to stroke the belt around his waist, and let out a sneer at the corner of his mouth. Tang San, oh Tang San, you truly think that after decades of a master-student relationship, I, acting as your teacher from the past life, do not understand what you are thinking?

Tang San's situation was completely different from what he had encountered in his past life.

It gave Gangzi a distinct feeling.

That was that this little beast Tang San was guarding against him!

Although he did not understand how this situation had come about, Gangzi firmly believed in his own sharp sixth sense!

Since Tang San was unwilling to take him as his master, Yu Xiaogang would not give this belt away no matter what anyone said.

There was a complete difference in position between a Grandmaster and a teacher!

Once he gave it away, he would lose his bargaining chips when negotiating with Tang San.

Even if this little beast Tang San refused to give him the Ninth-grade Purple Ganoderma, he could still use this belt as a bargaining chip to trade!

"Teacher, I'd like to apply to go to the Sunset Forest for a soul hunt."

Zhang Sanwei stood before the office desk, slightly bowing and saluting the