Bitterly Hating Year After Year Spent Sewing Gold Thread (Bonus Chapter, Please Subscribe)

"Hehehe..." Big Black Dog's lips curled upward, unable to hide his gleaming silver teeth. For some reason, seeing this damn fatty suffer misfortune always made him exceptionally happy.

Taihao Incarnation said nothing. He merely took out an Image Recording Stone, preparing to record some of Duan De's embarrassing history.

Everyone glanced sideways at him. After a moment of silence, they said, "It had to be you!"

Elsewhere, amid the vast heavens and earth of a mountain valley, Duan De stood alone. He froze as a chilly breeze swept past him, but it was nowhere near as cold as his heart. Once he saw what had happened, he let out a heart-rending howl.

All his equipment and Artifacts had been stripped clean from him. His vision went dark, and he staggered, nearly planting his head into the ground. Then he howled like a wolf, screaming miserably, unable to believe this was real.

At this moment, aside from a pair of underpants, he had nothing left on him.

"Wuliang... Heavenly Venerable... damn your uncle!" Duan De flew into a rage, spun around eight times on the spot, then jumped nine times, nearly coughing up blood.

He had completely lost his mind. After painstakingly working for thirty years, he had become a blank slate overnight. His divine gear, his many King-grade Divine Weapons, all of it was gone. He had returned to square one in a single day. That would have been bad enough, but some unscrupulous bastard had not even left him his pants.

In the primeval mountain range several miles away, everyone stood atop a peak and watched from afar. Seeing this scene, they all laughed without the slightest shame.

Barbarian grinned foolishly and muttered, "Serves you right. Who told you to keep plotting against me?"

"Woof! So this damn fatty