"Huh, this treasure of yours is also not bad," the elder bastard said, his eyes lighting up as he saw the gourd that He Chongxu produced.
"This treasure belongs to me," he declared immediately. It was as if He Chongxu's consent was not required.
However, the younger bastard, the elder bastard's brother, stepped in to refuse on He Chongxu's behalf. "You say it's yours and it's yours? Did you ask them? I just can't stand your attitude, thinking everything good in the world belongs to you. Today, I'm going to make a decision for this friend, this treasure will not belong to you!"
After speaking, the younger bastard looked at He Chongxu with a smile. "Don't worry, with me here, he won't be able to snatch your treasure."
"Because, this treasure is mine!"
My goodness, the two brothers were indeed twins. Their conduct, if not identical, was at least ninety percent similar. They both wanted to claim any good thing they saw!
Hearing his brother's words, the elder bastard immediately became displeased. "Who are you talking about? I never said that everything good in the world belongs to me. For example, this person is very beautiful. Do you think he belongs to me?"
The elder bastard pointed at Ying Chen.
"..." Not only Ying Chen, but He Chongxu's face also darkened. What was most crucial was that the elder bastard's words made Ying Chen unable to get angry. After all, the words were indeed a compliment to Ying Chen's beauty.
"You two scoundrels, shut up and accept your fate! Still talking so much when death is imminent!" He Chongxu, fearing they would say something more embarrassing, quickly berated them.
Unexpectedly, both of them let out a scoff simultaneously. Then, the elder bastard raised his arm and drew a circle in front of him. Instantly, the air flow in the heaven and earth seemed to be churned up, making a sound like surging tides. The next second, a dark vortex appeared in front of the elder bastard. It was bottomless and exuded a chilling malevolence, its composition unknown.
At this moment, the gourd flying knives that He Chongxu had produced had reached the elder bastard. The elder bastard pointed at the gourd flying knives and said, "Retreat!"
The gourd flying knives, which were not supposed to obey the elder bastard's command, behaved unusually. The flying knives went directly in the direction of the elder bastard's finger! With a ripping sound that cut through the void, they plunged directly into the dark vortex! Then, no matter how He Chongxu called out, the gourd flying knives seemed to have lost their connection with him and never responded again!
"How can this be?" He Chongxu was dumbfounded. Although he had just obtained this gourd flying knife and had not yet refined it deeply, he had already performed the most basic blood-dripping refinement on the cruise ship, allowing his fingertip and heart's blood to merge with the gourd. This refinement method was somewhat simple, but its effect was obvious: it established a connection between the magical artifact and its owner in the fastest way possible. Not to mention being able to wield it like an extension of his arm, it should at least not be so easily taken away by external interference and deprivation. But now, the gourd flying knife's reaction was clearly beyond He Chongxu's understanding. It was as if, in an instant, the mark of He Chongxu had been erased from the gourd flying knife, and it had become the elder bastard's magical artifact!
"Heh heh, the knife is mine, but you haven't given me your gourd shell yet," the elder bastard said with a grin, asking He Chongxu, "Are you going to give it to me willingly, or should I come and take it myself?"
He Chongxu's face was extremely grim. The immortal Daoist robe on his body fluttered without wind, and he spat out a word from between his teeth coldly: "If you're not afraid of death, come and take it yourself!"
"Good!" The elder bastard agreed with exceptional cheerfulness. Immediately, his figure, like a shadow under the sun, disappeared from He Chongxu's sight. By the time He Chongxu noticed him, he was already behind He Chongxu! And at this time, He Chongxu had not yet noticed.
Instead, a crane embroidered on He Chongxu's immortal Daoist robe raised its neck and exhaled a breath. It was like the panting in the dead of winter, or a sword immortal spitting out a sword pellet, its sharp momentum instantly erupting from the immortal Daoist robe and stabbing towards the elder bastard.
"Eh, eh, eh..." The elder bastard said "eh" three times as he saw this. At the same time, a trace of extreme excitement flashed in his eyes! Obviously, he was not frightened, but excited by the marvel displayed by the immortal Daoist robe! He never expected that He Chongxu had more than one treasure. The robe he was wearing was also a good treasure!
"Mine, mine, all mine!" The elder bastard was so excited that he danced with joy. While dancing, he did not forget to grab the breath exhaled by the crane. With a crack, the breath, which was strong enough to pierce metal and stone, was directly shattered by the elder bastard's bare hand!
He Chongxu's heart sank instantly, his heart plummeting to the bottom. The strength displayed by the elder bastard could be ranked as the third strongest He Chongxu had ever seen! The strongest was undoubtedly Ying Chen. As for the second strongest, it was He Chongxu's martial uncle, the Hidden Dragon Daoist. For the elder bastard to be ranked behind these two meant his strength was enough to dominate Hong Kong! He Chongxu even fell into self-doubt: was I just a small fry all along? Not some famous great feng shui master of Xiangjiang? Otherwise, why would a lunatic who just jumped out from the roadside be able to handle me so easily?
While He Chongxu was lost in self-doubt, the younger bastard, who was watching from the side, was instantly displeased. He was also tempted by He Chongxu's immortal Daoist robe!
"You can't touch it, you can't touch this robe! Give it to me!" "You always lied to me when I was little, saying you'd buy me new clothes for the New Year. But you never bought me any, even when I grew up!" "I don't care, this robe is mine no matter what today! You're not allowed to snatch it or touch it!"
Hearing the younger bastard's words, the elder bastard seemed to be moved. A trace of guilt flashed in his eyes. "For so many years, I indeed haven't fulfilled my promise... I'm sorry..." "But... you've made it this far, you don't care about this year. Be good, listen to your brother, and I'll buy you new clothes next year, okay?" "Let your brother have this robe, I'm also a child with a bitter fate, I've never worn new clothes!"
These two brothers then started a complaint session, vying to complain and compare their misery.
"No! I won't give it to you!" "If you don't give it to me, I'll hit you!" "If you hit me, I'll hit him! I'll smash the clothes, and no one will get to wear them!" "Try hitting me!" "Let's try it then!"
He Chongxu originally thought these two brothers were about to have an internal conflict, but he didn't expect that their minds could not be considered normal. In an instant, it turned from an internal conflict to "beating up He Chongxu." He Chongxu suddenly became the rag doll that the two brothers were fighting over. The final outcome was predictable: he would be torn to shreds by the two brothers! Thinking of that scene, He Chongxu shivered instantly. He quickly looked at Ying Chen for help. Though his eyes were silent, they conveyed four words – Master Ying, save me!