"That won't do!"
The Little Turtle answered crisply and decisively, without even a second's hesitation.
Wang Yao's smile broadened even further, and she deliberately raised her voice slightly.
"Oh? Why is that?"
The Little Turtle couldn't help but realize that Wang Yao was deliberately mocking it. Thinking back to its previous confident words, its face grew increasingly red, until it turned a deep, almost purple hue, as if it were about to steam.
"Hahaha--"
Wang Yao burst into laughter, her laughter so radiant it was almost comical.
Does your face hurt?
The Little Turtle gave her a look that said, "That's enough. Know when to stop."
This sight amused Wang Yao, making her laugh even more heartily.
"I told you long ago that it was him, but you wouldn't believe me. Now you believe me, don't you?"
"Alright, alright, that's enough, that's enough, are you ever going to stop?! Am I blind and insensitive? Do you think you have good eyesight?"
The Little Turtle gave up and admitted defeat; it had already lost all face.
Even so, Wang Yao had no intention of letting it go.
"Of course you're blind and heartless. I recognized you, and so did Peach Fruit Old Man, but only you."
"I-I-I-I-I--" The Little Turtle was so frustrated that it kept stammering "I" for a long time, but it couldn't get a complete sentence out.
"Huh?"
Suddenly, the Little Turtle stopped being angry and instead raised its mouth high.
Haha! Who said it's just me?
As it spoke, it revealed a wicked and amused expression as it looked towards the door.
Wang Yao instantly understood the meaning behind the Little Turtle's words and made the same expression.
"Achoo!" The Crazy Old Man, who was flying through the sky with Jiang Fan in his arms, suddenly sneezed, sniffed, and muttered to himself, "Who's thinking of me?"
Jiang Fan chimed in, "Could it be that someone is insulting you?"
The Crazy Old Man rolled his eyes at him. "First you think, then you scold me. I only sneezed once, okay?"
After saying that, she suddenly felt a lump in her throat.
Achoo!
This sound was even louder than the previous one.
Jiang Fan raised an eyebrow and glanced at the Crazy Old Man with a smile, making the Crazy Old Man really want to slap him on the head.
Joking aside, Jiang Fan's feelings for the Crazy Old Man were genuine.
"Let's stay a few more days once we reach Fortress No. 1. I've recently learned a few new dishes."
If he could, he would have preferred the Crazy Old Man to stay by his side, not only because of the man's strength, but more importantly, because after spending so much time together, he had come to regard the old man as his closest relative.
"Stay a few more days? You just want me to stay a few more days? Instead of staying at Fortress No. 1?" The Crazy Old Man was just teasing Jiang Fan.
Jiang Fan shrugged. "I'd like you to stay here too, but your family is at Fortress No. 31, and I'm not that selfish."
The Crazy Old Man: "What if I've already moved them all over here?"
"Huh?" Jiang Fan was slightly taken aback. He thought the Crazy Old Man must be joking with him, but looking at the Crazy Old Man's expression, it didn't seem like he was joking at all.
"No way, Crazy Old Man, you—you really moved the grave here?"
"You think I'd joke about something like this with you?" The Crazy Old Man rolled his eyes.
Jiang Fan's mouth opened wide, wider and wider, and a second later his expression changed instantly, the corners of his mouth turning upwards in a grin.
"I never expected that I would hold such an important place in your heart, hehehe."
Seeing his expression, the Crazy Old Man felt he deserved a beating.
"Yes, it's very important. We treat you like a grandson."
Jiang Fan understood perfectly well that the Crazy Old Man was insulting him as a grandson, but that didn't matter. The old man had moved his son, daughter-in-law, and grandson's graves from the far-off No. 31 for him; what was wrong with being someone's grandson?
Since you've said that, I have no choice but to call you Grandpa.
Jiang Fan rubbed his hands together and said shamelessly, "Since I'm calling you grandpa now, I'll definitely be taking care of you in your old age and seeing you off when you die. So why don't you make some arrangements for your funeral now and leave all your valuable treasures with me for safekeeping?"
"Smack!"
The Crazy Old Man slapped Jiang Fan on the back of the head; this time, Jiang Fan had truly reached his limit.
"You brat, I'm not even dead yet, and you're already setting your sights on me? You've already looted the Church of Justice Cult's treasury clean, and you're still not satisfied?!"
"I earned that through my own abilities; it has nothing to do with you."
As Jiang Fan spoke, he rubbed the back of his head, looking at the mad old man with a dissatisfied expression.
That was a really hard slap. It's just that he's not strong enough. Once he can beat that Crazy Old Man in the future, he'll definitely give him a good beating on the back of the head.
Yes, we need to remember this debt.
Even if they have a good relationship, brothers still need to keep clear accounts.
This time, the Little Turtle in the pocket didn't crawl out and bar its teeth at the Crazy Old Man man. On the contrary, it was happy to see him suffer. It couldn't be the only one who got into trouble, could it? It had to drag someone down with it. Otherwise, when its owner regained his memory, he would have to teach the turtle a lesson.
Just as Jiang Fan was thinking about how to repay him in the future, the Crazy Old Man reached out his hand to him.
"Huh?" Jiang Fan was taken aback.
" Spirit Weapon! Give me a few dozen to use."
ha?
Jiang Fan's eyes widened. "How can you say something like that without blushing or panting?"
"Not breathing means you're dead. Are you cursing me? Hurry up, stop talking nonsense, hand over the Spirit Weapon. If you don't give me Spirit Weapon, how can I protect you given how much trouble you've caused? Besides, with your strength, you can't even unleash the true power of Spirit Weapon. To put it bluntly, you can't even unleash one ten-thousandth of Spirit Weapon power."
The Crazy Old Man's reach grew longer and longer as he spoke, but he was already showing restraint by not directly snatching the storage ring from Jiang Fan's finger.
Meeting the Crazy Old Man's burning gaze, Jiang Fan's lips twitched.
"You're the master, and I'm the master? How dare you ask your disciple for something?"
"So I never gave you anything before?" the Crazy Old Man said.
"But you didn't send dozens of Spirit Weapon!"
"Heh, although I didn't give you dozens of them, wasn't that one in the Zhou Family Secret Realm a gift from me?"
"Damn it! How dare you say that? I earned it through my own abilities, okay? Besides, that Spirit Weapon wasn't yours, was it? If we're talking about favors, it's the Zhou Family's favor."
"Stop talking nonsense and give it to me. Speaking of which, I was the one who gave you the spatial ring, huh?"
As he spoke, the Crazy Old Man suddenly realized a rather serious problem, and then he stared intently at the spatial ring on Jiang Fan's finger.
"I remember you said before that you emptied two treasure vaults within the Church of Justice."
"Yeah, what's wrong? Why are you asking this out of the blue? You wouldn't be thinking of getting your hands on other treasures, would you? Crazy Old Man, have some shame! I'm just a junior."
Jiang Fan desperately wanted to escape, but with his strength, how could he possibly escape the Crazy Old Man's grasp?