"Still want to fight?"
At Mo Yun's words, Wang Daniu snapped out of his daze, set his bronze hammer on the ground, and dropped down with a thud to hug Mo Yun's leg. Looking up, he shouted, "Brother Mo! From now on, you're my own flesh-and-blood brother!"
Mo Yun: "???"
The onlookers: "???"
"Brother Mo, you're incredible! I'm convinced! Heart and soul! I want you to be my big brother!"
Wang Daniu shouted at the top of his lungs, his booming voice carrying across half the Martial Training Ground.
Mo Yun's expression darkened. He hurriedly hauled him up. "Don't do that. It's embarrassing."
Wang Daniu stood with a goofy chuckle and brushed the dust off his knees, not the least bit embarrassed.
He scratched his head, suddenly remembered something, and rummaged around inside his robe. He pulled out an oil-paper parcel and held it out to Mo Yun.
"Brother Mo, this is jerky my ma made. It's delicious! Here, have some!"
Mo Yun looked at the appetizing parcel of jerky, the corner of his mouth twitching. In the end, he reached out and accepted it.
"Thanks."
"You're welcome, you're welcome! You're my brother! I'll bring you some every day!" Wang Daniu grinned happily.
The manor guards watching exchanged looks, their jaws nearly hitting the ground.
This was a Third-Class Guard, yet he had just taken a Fourth-Class Guard as his big brother?
But when they saw Mo Yun casually tuck the jerky into his robe and pat Wang Daniu on the shoulder, looking as untroubled as drifting clouds in a light breeze, they vaguely felt there was nothing wrong with it.
He might only be a Fourth-Class Guard, but his strength was plain to see. Even Wang Daniu was no match for him. It probably wouldn't be long before he