Chen Luo said he would return it in a year. Did Big Strong dare disagree?
If it had only been a level-six crystal, Chen Luo wouldn't have taken it.
Sigh, this is for your own good, too. If your strength grows too quickly, Big Strong, you might end up with a hole blown through your head.
Big Strong pleaded tearfully, "Boss, I've done pretty well. Could you give me this month's antidote?"
Antidote? You weren't even poisoned.
Right, how am I supposed to fool Big Strong with an antidote?
Chen Luo's eyes shifted, and he rubbed at his skin.
Damn it, I just showered last night. There's no grime on me.
Chen Luo returned to the car and typed a line on his phone: Rub some grime off your skin.
Zhao Ziyi: !!!
Is that any way to talk to a girl? No, it isn't!
Zhao Ziyi braced herself and started rubbing. But the more she rubbed, the more satisfying it became, and before long, she had rolled up a little ball of grime.
Chen Luo wrapped it in toilet paper, went over to Big Strong, told him to close his eyes, and stuffed it into his mouth, toilet paper and all.
Big Strong wasn't remotely disgusted and swallowed the whole thing.
Watching it all, Zhao Ziyi covered her mouth. Big Strong doesn't look human, but you're the truly shameless one.
Chen Luo called Zhao Ziyi over. "Establish a mental link with him."
The connection was soon established.
At least now they could contact Big Strong themselves within a certain range.
Chen Luo said, "Mm, if you have any more friends in the future, feel free to introduce them to me."
Big Strong nodded miserably.
Chen Luo praised him. "You did really well, Big Strong. Great job. If anything happens,