Moreover, the Spirit Weapon was originally a gift to the Zhou Family. If he wanted it back, he could simply talk to the Zhou Family head.
As he pondered this, the fat man's gaze was drawn to Jiang Fan's exposed mouth and chin.
How should I put it?
Even from just a glimpse of the part, he could tell the other person was incredibly handsome, the kind of handsome that's breathtaking.
That's not the point.
The key point is--
Why does he feel that this chin, the thickness, size, color, and even the lip lines are so similar to his idol Brother Fan's?
Could it be...?
No, no, no!
What is he thinking?
That's truly fantastical, like something out of a fairy tale.
There was even a fleeting thought that the person in front of me might be Brother Fan.
Although Brother Fan was an extremely talented person, he was his most admired idol, the kind that no one could replace. Even compared to his ancestor's beloved, he still felt that Brother Fan was the best in his heart.
This might be what they call a "white moonlight" or a "cinnabar mole."
Brother Fan is not Spirit Master, let alone the other party who is Advanced Psychic.
Moreover, the monster that Brother Fan contracted was only One Star, while the creature in front of him, which was neither a dog nor a bird, was Three Star monster, and an extremely powerful mutated Three Star monster at that.
Thank you.
Jiang Fan hadn't been polite to Wang Yao before, so he certainly wouldn't be polite to the fat man now.
Just as he was about to eat another handful, he suddenly remembered something and turned around sharply to look at Big Black lying on the ground.
The Big Black's wings, pierced by the golden arrow, were still emitting thick, corrosive fumes.
His expression was one of extreme pain, yet he was still anxiously looking at himself.
Seeing this, Jiang Fan was deeply moved.
What a stupid dog! It's injured like this, and it still has time to worry about others.
"Help me save it."
"Good."
The fat man quickly got up and, before leaving, instructed the Little Turtle that had been standing there.
"Then he's yours."
The fat man didn't want to face Jiang Fan, because he really didn't know if the other person was the one in question, and he was under immense pressure.
Didn't you see that Lord Turtle remained silent the entire time, standing there dumbfounded with an extremely complicated and strange expression?
Once the fat man left, only Jiang Fan and the Little Turtle remained.
Jiang Fan had just swallowed a handful of pills when he saw the Little Turtle's inexplicable look.
The Little Turtle didn't speak, nor did he intend to.
Instead, they sat cross-legged and regulated their breathing.
The sounds of fighting around him had no effect on him at all.
He didn't know how much time had passed when the Little Turtle's voice suddenly rang in his ears.
What exactly is going on with that big yellow dog with wings?
Jiang Fan slowly opened his eyes; he felt it necessary to emphasize one point.
It's Big Black.
ha?
The Little Turtle tilted its head, opened its mouth, and seemed to momentarily lose its train of thought.
It took a few seconds to buffer before restarting.
" Big Black? Are you kidding me? It's clearly a yellow dog! Or are you colorblind?"
Jiang Fan was too lazy to argue with the other party, let alone explain. He closed his eyes again and continued meditating to regulate his breathing.
"Hey? I haven't finished asking my question yet."
Jiang Fan frowned slightly, somewhat impatient.
But considering that Wang Yao and Fatty had given him so many Body Restoration Pill, he had no choice but to reluctantly open his eyes again.
"Explain."
One word almost made the Little Turtle explode.
It was a dignified Lord Turtle, its master's contracted beast; when had anyone ever dared to speak to it like that?
If Wang Yao hadn't gone crazy and become convinced that the other party was its master, it guaranteed that it wouldn't have suppressed its fiery temper and would have kicked the kid in the face a couple of times first.
Suppressing his anger, the Little Turtle asked irritably, "How exactly did your contracted beast mutate?"
Upon hearing this, Jiang Fan wondered why the Little Turtle would ask such a question.
Did it sense something from Big Black?
I don't know.
Jiang Fan decided to play dumb.
The Little Turtle clearly wasn't buying this answer.
"Don't you know? You own contracted beast, how could you not know?"
"It was already a mutated monster before I made a contract with it, so how would I know how it mutated?"
Jiang Fan's answer was flawless; the Little Turtle couldn't find the slightest flaw.
Seeing that the Little Turtle remained silent, Jiang Fan ignored it and closed his eyes again.
Before I could even begin to regulate my breathing, the Little Turtle's voice rang out again.
"How were you able to break the seal that forged the Spirit Weapon?"
Jiang Fan frowned; he realized that the Little Turtle had no intention of letting him properly recuperate.
"You ask me? How would I know? Perhaps it really is thanks to that Holy Son of the Church of Justice?"
"Him? He doesn't even deserve it! Ha!" The Little Turtle's tone was full of disdain.
"Tell me the truth, don't try to fool me!"
Jiang Fan was utterly speechless. "If I had known how to break the refining seal from the beginning, I would have broken it while we were fighting. How could I have been injured by you?"
Upon hearing this, the Little Turtle nodded in agreement and muttered to itself.
"I knew it! You think you're worthy? Ha!"
Jiang Fan "..."
Yes, yes, he is not worthy, the Holy Son is not worthy, none of them are worthy.
"Now you can let me properly regulate my breathing, right?"
"You can meditate all you want, I didn't disturb you."
"..."
I'm too lazy to bother with a Little Turtle.
Just as Jiang Fan was about to close his eyes again, the Little Turtle's voice rang out once more.
"I'm asking you, did you contract a large number of One Star Two Star monsters a month ago?"
The Little Turtle didn't want to believe that the person in front of it was its owner, but it still couldn't help asking the question.
Upon hearing this, Jiang Fan suddenly opened his eyes, his heart churning with turmoil.
How did it know?
Very few people knew about this, except for him, the fat man, Yuanwu, and the Crazy Old Man.
perhaps...
Yan Tianyang knew this too.
You should know that, right?
This was his guess.
But that's not the point. The point is, how did the Little Turtle know that?
Did the fat guy tell it?
That doesn't make sense. The fat guy doesn't know he's Jiang Fan, so why would he tell the Little Turtle about it?
The Little Turtle had only asked casually, but its heart skipped a beat when it noticed Jiang Fan's strong reaction.
Why aren't you saying anything?
Jiang Fan forced down his surprise and calmly said, "I'm just curious, why did you suddenly ask such a strange question?"
Is that why he reacted so strongly?
The Little Turtle thought to itself.
But something just doesn't feel right.
"Never mind whether my question is strange or not, just answer my question."
Jiang Fan's pupils contracted almost imperceptibly, and after a two-second silence, he spoke softly.
"I already have Three Star monster, why would I contract with One Star Two Star trash?"
Upon hearing this, the Little Turtle breathed a deep sigh of relief.
It had no doubt what Jiang Fan said.
As Beast Tamer, Soul Power is limited, so one generally does not contract several demonic beasts at the same time.
Moreover, this person is only Middle-Stage Second Rank Martial Artist. At this stage, being able to contract Three Star demon beast is already quite a talent. How could he possibly have the spare energy to contract other demon beasts?
Of course, in terms of the talent of contracted monsters, it is far inferior to its master.
Not to mention its owner, even its Little Fatty can't compare.