Thank You, Master, for the Towel
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Chapter 842: Thank You, Master, for the Towel This person is not simple!
For some reason, a thought rose in Feng Hao's mind. This old man named Huang Tianyun must have used some special ability to conceal his true cultivation!
What was even more terrifying was that this special concealment method was something that even the Heaven Grade mid-tier East-rising Purple Qi could not see through. Instantly, the way Feng Hao looked at him changed.
This fellow was not as simple as he looked.
"Sob sob! Master, you must accept me, or else I will kneel and never get up … "
Huang Tianyun wailed. His wiping motion seemed to have been rehearsed countless times, as he accurately smeared it on Feng Hao's trousers. When his gaze landed on Feng Hao's other trouser leg, Feng Hao finally came to his senses.
"Alright, I promise you!"
No matter what this person's motive was, in order to save his other trouser leg, Feng Hao could only agree.
After all, the East-rising Purple Qi was not something that anyone could practice!
Feng Hao made up his mind. As long as this fellow couldn't practice it, he could just reject him!
Seeing that he actually agreed, the surrounding people all looked at him in astonishment.
This god-eyed youth was actually so easy to talk to?
Every Heaven Grade Master of Physiognomy was noble and arrogant. They did not even bother to pay attention to ordinary people. Even if they greeted them, they would feel that it was too much, let alone taking them in as a disciple.
Could it be that he was disgusted?
Looking at Fenghao's sparkling trousers, the corners of everyone's mouths violently twitched.
This King of Bad Luck was really something. In order to become someone's disciple, he would do anything …
However, they knew that if they were in his shoes, they would not be able to do it!
Looking at the long river on the ground, they were speechless. At the same time, they suspected that this fellow's body was filled with this kind of substance?
"Really?!"
Hearing this, Huang Tianyun seemed to see the blue sky through the clouds. His teary eyes were filled with anticipation as he raised his head to look at Feng Hao.
"Uh … Okay, it's true."
Seeing his sloppy appearance, Feng Hao really wanted to refuse, but seeing that he seemed to be wiping his face again, he reluctantly agreed.
What kind of sin had he committed? Why did such a king of misfortune descend to torment him?
"Master! You're the best, sob sob! I'm so touched! "
Immediately, Huang Tianyun stood up and pounced towards Feng Hao's waist, hugging him tightly. His face, which was covered in snot and tears, rubbed against Feng Hao's clothes with all his might. Immediately, Feng Hao felt his clothes churn.
Although Feng Hao felt disgusted, it was definitely not because he wanted to vomit, but because something else was struggling in his arms.
Judging from its softness, it should be a small ball?
"Yiya! Yiya! … "
Sure enough, from within Fenghao's clothes came Xiao Qiuqiu's angry cries. It used all its strength to twist its body, but it was unable to escape from its current situation. It could only watch as the sparkling and translucent liquid stained its clean fur.
"Let go!"
Feng Hao gritted his teeth and shouted in a low voice.
He really wanted to break free from this fellow's restraints. However, this fellow's hands seemed to be made of metal essence. Even if he used the power of the Supervisor realm, he couldn't shake it at all. It was completely useless.
"If you don't let go, I won't accept you as my disciple anymore!"
Fenghao had no choice but to resort to threats.
His clothes were ruined!
"Thank you for taking me in, Master!"
Hearing this, Huang Tianyun let go and took a few steps back. With a face full of smiles, he cupped his hands at Feng Hao and said, but his words were filled with pride.
"Yiya!"
Just as Feng Hao was about to say something, a white shadow flashed and swept out from his collar, directly pouncing towards Huang Tianyun. That ferocious look made it seem as if it wanted to tear him apart …
However, something that made Feng Hao's eyeballs almost fall out of their sockets happened!
Even Saints like the three old men were unable to catch the small ball. However, the sloppy Huang Tianyun was able to casually grab it with his hand. Then …
"Master, you're too kind. This towel is really useful!"
As he wiped the small ball on his face that was covered in snot and tears, he laughed and said. His proud words made Feng Hao unable to react for a long time.
As for the small ball, it was worse than death. It kept screaming, but it couldn't stop its actions. Its originally clean and tidy fur was stained with layers and layers of crystal clear substances.
All of this was nothing in the eyes of others. In their eyes, the small ball was just a little pet without any offensive ability. As for Huang Tianyun, he was a Martial Honorable. Naturally, catching a little beast was not a problem!
However, the shock in Feng Hao's heart was indescribable.
The small ball was very strange. It was never willing to suffer a loss, but now, it had suffered such a huge loss. It looked like it was better off dead than alive. It hated Huang Tianyun, but it could not escape from his evil clutches.
"Who exactly is this guy?"
A drop of sweat seeped out from Feng Hao's forehead and dripped down.
The seemingly harmless sloppy old man in front of him was like a peerless demon king in his eyes. His strength was unfathomable, causing him to tremble in fear!
Just the fact that he could make the small ball suffer a loss was enough to show that he was extraordinary!
"Thank you for the towel, Master!"
When he was almost done, Huang Tianyun gritted his teeth and threw the small ball, which was covered in crystal clear substances, to Feng Hao.
In the end, the small ball naturally pounced on it again …
Again and again, the little ball's image was no longer the same as before. Its strange speed, which was like air, no longer existed. Every time, Huang Tianyun only needed to casually stretch out his hand and he could easily catch it in his hand. Then, he would rub it over and over again, causing it to writhe between life and death, crying out incessantly.
At this moment, it was like a destitute little mountain cat. Its fur was stuck together, and its crystal clear body made people feel nauseous. Even Fenghao didn't dare to let it get close.
With this farce, many people thought that Feng Hao would fly into a rage. However, the situation was beyond their expectations. Feng Hao seemed to have tacitly agreed to the existence of Huang Tianyun, the king of bad luck.
This made the surrounding people very puzzled.
"Master, let's go. Help me win back all the money I lost in those gambling dens!"
While Feng Hao was in a daze, Huang Yuntian pulled him out of the crowd and rushed towards the teleportation array.
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