You absolutely mustn't give yourself away!
If it's exposed, and the owner fully realizes the error of their ways, who knows how to punish it? What if they just abandon it altogether?
The thought of its owner abandoning it made the Little Turtle feel like the whole world had turned dark. It lost all motivation to live and thought it would be better to die.
But—but how do you explain it?
Just then, the Crazy Old Man spoke.
"Never mind it, this guy's always been a bit of a lunatic."
Upon hearing this, the Little Turtle was both furious and deeply grateful.
In any case, it did help them out of their predicament.
After the Crazy Old Man spoke, Jiang Fan didn't pursue the matter any further. He didn't know if he was convinced by the Crazy Old Man's words or if he really didn't dare to investigate any further.
Two days later, Jiang Fan's physical condition had basically fully recovered.
Just as he was about to start tallying up his earnings, the Crazy Old Man came to find him, bringing with him a black panther Saint Beast that was barely clinging to life.
"What is this?" Jiang Fan asked, puzzled.
The Crazy Old Man casually tossed the black panther Saint Beast to Jiang Fan's feet. "Didn't you have a fetish for killing demons? I specially saved this for you. How about it, aren't you touched?"
"You saved this especially for me?" Jiang Fan asked, looking surprised.
"Nonsense." The Crazy Old Man glared at him irritably, then saw Jiang Fan's face, which had just shown surprise, instantly light up with a smile.
It really happened in an instant; you can see how fast his expression changed. His mouth was stretched to the back of his ears, and his eyes were almost closed from laughing.
"You're hopeless!" The Crazy Old Man snorted again, but this time his tone carried a hint of doting.
"Hehehe--" Jiang Fan strode over to the Crazy Old Man, reached out and punched him on the shoulder, looking all ingratiating.
While massaging, he continued to flatter, saying, "I've truly been fortunate to have such a master. I'll massage your shoulders, and after that, I'll massage your legs. Basically, you tell me where you want me to massage, and I'll massage there."
The Crazy Old Man enjoyed himself, but the Little Turtle wasn't having it. With a "whoosh," it jumped out of Jiang Fan's pocket, pointed at the Crazy Old Man, and started cursing.
"Let go of him! Who gave you permission to let him massage you? Who do you think you are? Do you deserve it?"
What audacity! To actually let its dashing owner massage your back and shoulders! Back in the day, you were only fit to carry its owner's shoes!
The Crazy Old Man was overjoyed to see the Little Turtle's fur standing on end.
Back in the day, when he was by the Holy Lord's side, this guy gave him no shortage of setbacks.
Unfortunately, he was still young and weak at that time, and was no match for the Little Turtle.
Although he didn't know what was wrong with the Little Turtle's brain, that didn't matter; the important thing was to have fun first.
So he began to boss Jiang Fan around without restraint, "It's sore here, and here too. Didn't you eat? Put in more effort, a little more effort. Hmm~ Not bad, not bad~ Keep it at this level~"
The Crazy Old Man was thrilled, and Jiang Fan was thrilled too—10,000 points were credited to his account!
Once I finish these three things today, that'll be 30,000 points!
Actually, I used to only get 1000 points every time I fought the Crazy Old Man Crazy Old Man, but my points increased after he swallowed those two peaches and his injuries recovered somewhat.
And it has increased tenfold!
This made him look forward to what surprises the Crazy Old Man would bring him after his Dao Source injury was fully healed.
The master and apprentice were both having a great time, except for the Little Turtle, who was bristling with anger, constantly flailing its arms and legs, its facial expression so vivid it defied description.
Actually, it really wanted to stop Jiang Fan, but given the current situation, Jiang Fan was clearly enjoying himself, and if it forcibly stopped him, he would definitely be unhappy.
But if it doesn't stop it, it won't be able to explain it to its owner.
Finally, it could only glare fiercely at the Crazy Old Man, "You just wait, one day you'll definitely regret this! You'll absolutely regret it! You'll regret it so much your guts will rip out!"
I said it!!!
The last three words were practically squeezed out from Little Turtle's teeth, and you could even clearly hear the grinding sound of its teeth.
The Crazy Old Man put his legs on the table, gesturing for Jiang Fan to massage them.
Jiang Fan paused for a second, because he could only get one point for each task. In the past, he would have decisively turned around and done something else.
Now...
Jiang Fan turned his head and glanced at the black panther Saint Beast lying on the ground, barely breathing. Oh well, his cheap master had come all the way to save him, and even left him a Saint Beast to kill, so he might as well serve it a little longer.
Thinking of this, Jiang Fan started massaging the Crazy Old Man's legs with a smile again.
"Aaaaaahh ...
There was no other way, so the Little Turtle had to bring out Wang Yao.
"Afraid of her? Heh!" The Crazy Old Man said, pulling his leg back and looking at Jiang Fan. "Take care of that black panther Saint Beast, then cook me a couple of snacks to go with my drinks."
"Okay, okay."
Jiang Fan ran excitedly to the Black Panther Saint Beast. He had originally planned to use the alloy greatsword, but then he thought that even though the Black Panther Saint Beast was on its last legs, a starved camel is still bigger than a horse, and even an A-grade alloy wouldn't be enough.
After thinking for a moment, he decisively took out a sword-shaped Spirit Weapon from his storage space and, without saying a word, slashed at the neck of the black panther Saint Beast.
[Ding! Congratulations, Master! You have successfully slain the Saint Beast. You have done a good deed. Your points are increased by 900.]
One word,
Cool!
With a "whoosh," the Crazy Old Man suddenly appeared in front of Jiang Fan like a ghost, startling him greatly.
"You--"
He had barely opened his mouth when he was drowned out by the Crazy Old Man's suddenly raised voice.
" Spirit Weapon! Another Spirit Weapon! Where did you get this Spirit Weapon?!"
No wonder the Crazy Old Man was excited; this was Spirit Weapon. Even he only had one back then, and he had already destroyed it.
"Well, I guess I was just lucky..."
Jiang Fan still trusted the Crazy Old Man, so he didn't hide anything and gave a general account of what had happened at the Church of Justice.
"That's how it is. I was lucky. First, I accidentally stumbled into what might be that person's treasure vault, and then, thanks to Little White, I entered the Pope's treasure vault."
The Crazy Old Man was stunned and it took him a long time to recover before he finally slapped Jiang Fan on the forehead.
"You kid, your luck is just too incredible!"
"Ouch, ouch, ouch! Hey, you Crazy Old Man, can you go a little easier? Don't hit me so hard I'll go crazy!" Jiang Fan said irritably, rubbing the back of his head.
The Little Turtle perched on Jiang Fan's shoulder, glaring fiercely at the Crazy Old Man, its eyes practically spitting fire.
"Now I finally understand why you could use that Bad Uncle's Spirit Weapon." The Crazy Old Man analyzed, ignoring the Little Turtle's glare.
"Bad Uncle? "Jiang Fan was slightly taken aback. He naturally knew who this "Bad Uncle" referred to, but this was the first time he had heard the Crazy Old Man use that term.