A week before the Twelfth Martial God Xiang Shan set out, three days after the 'Mechanical Descent Reinforcements' successfully intercepted the Sky Star Fleet.
Dugu Beiluo suddenly grabbed Firefly by the neck and dragged him into a tent made of scrap metal and plastic sheets.
"Uncle... Uncle... Let's talk it out, I'm currently not using a spare prosthetic body, the components I'm loaded with are quite rare, please don't use force!"
After being thrown to the ground by Dugu Beiluo, Firefly wisely lay on the ground, showing submission.
"Then stop using a prone posture to hide your physical movements." Dugu Beiluo sat on the ground, leaning against a box, "Serious matter. Don't mess around."
"No, what do you want to discuss with me? Just say it straight!" Firefly held his neck, "I almost thought my master came back to check my homework again, scared me to death. Why, is this a tradition in our sect? PTSD kicking in! Can't the sect inherit something good?"
