After another scream, this one finally also collapsed, lifeless.
Zou Jie gasped for breath and dropped his hands, lifting his head in a daze.
"The original Vanguards probably all got through like this. You did well too, didn't disgrace me." The old man laughed, patted Zou Jie on the head, and then bent down to pick up the beak left by the Blood Stork, handing it over, "Come on, take the weapon. Just level 2, no big deal."
"Uncle Xin!!!!" Zou Jie immediately burst into tears and threw himself forward, crying loudly, "Master!!! Master!!!!"
"That's so fucking disgusting." Zhao Xin laughed and pushed him away, "Hurry up and clean up, and continue clearing."
"Yeah, yeah!!!" Zou Jie wiped his eyes and got up from the ground, saying, "You weren't supposed to come!!"
"Eh, nothing interesting left outside, might as well come." Zhao Xin gestured with his hand.
"As expected, you still have a sense of responsibility, Uncle Xin!"
