Fang Lin's mouth twitched, Old Pickle was still the same, always talking nonsense. But looking at its condition, nothing seemed to have happened during this period; it was still full of life and vigor.
"Kid, how come I haven't seen you for a while and you're all fiery?" Is it because you're inflamed? But that's not surprising; being young and vigorous, just keep two or three women by your side and you'll be fine. That Miss Dugu is quite nice, did she come with you?" Old Dried Corpse looked at Fang Lin surrounded by flames and couldn't help but say, the more he talked, the sleazier his expression became.
Fang Lin curled his lips, "Stop talking nonsense and come over here."
The thousand-year-old Corpse Ginseng laughed loudly, "I'm in a good mood today, so I won't bother with you, kid."
Saying that, and seeing impatience appear on Fang Lin's face, the Corpse Ginseng obediently flew over to him.
