Old Man Dong was watching the Martial Saint's Heavenly Sign with great interest when he suddenly heard this sentence. His alcohol-red nose sniffed, and he covered his ears with his hands, chanting, "Not listening, not listening, tortoise's sermon."
Anyway, he was "not listening."
I just got liberated from Yunshan County, bored to death there, and didn't even dare to get drunk while drinking alone.
Seeing this old rascal's appearance, Chen Yuan couldn't help but smile slightly, and then spoke, "Next time I, Chen, capture a Demon King, I'll let you have it, how about that?"
As soon as these words were spoken, Old Man Dong, who was pretending not to hear, suddenly turned his head, his eyes shining brightly. He grinned widely, smiling like a flower, "Deal!"
He trusted Chen Yuan. In his view, capturing and killing a Demon King wasn't a particularly difficult task for Chen Shen.
"So, what task requires this old man to set out?"
