"Who said I would run out of magical power?"
At those words, flattery poured from the guide.
His obsequious praise flowed as endlessly as the waters of the Yellow River.
He never repeated Zhong.
Hundred-Household Officer Zhu gave him a slow look.
His hand touched his saber hilt, but he withdrew it in the end.
Hah. A petty man indeed.
Such a treacherous flatterer deserved to be beheaded.
In the army, he hated people like this most of all.
Hundred-Household Officer Zhu lowered his eyes and stopped looking at him, considering how he could kill this Mountain Spider if he had to fight it.
The flattery continued.
Normally, hearing the guide speak, Li Pusa would have looked impressed and praised him as a talent.
Now, however, he had no attention to spare.
He was in no mood for it.
So what if the man could flatter?
Even the most dazzling flattery would not make the horrors of the Underworld spare him.
They were all going to die.
His face was terribly ashen. Standing beside Lin Feng, he shivered in the cold wind. The torch gave off little heat, offering only a trace of warmth.
But the Land God Temple was close now.
If even this speed could not save the three men's lives,
then Lin Feng truly could do nothing for them.
On the Mountain Spider's back,
Li Pusa had resigned himself to his fate.
Lin Feng pulled off his clothes and tossed them to the guide, gesturing for him to put them on.
Honestly, being flattered felt rather good.
Lin Feng thought so.
Better not let him die before he finished his flattery.
After receiving the clothing, the guide's praise grew even louder.
Lin Feng paid him no attention.
If you're good with words, keep talking.
Turning to look