"Get lost? Why do I feel so uncomfortable hearing this?"
"I've done my best to help Mister Teng Guang," the referee said unhurriedly,"even if I don't have any credit, I've worked hard, right? In exchange for a 'get lost'? "
"Mr. Yao Shang, I think you're starting to court death," Teng Guang sneered.
Dao Ling was spinning beside him quietly. There was only a faint outline of his face and his body was like a piece of glass, like a spirit.
"Mr. Teng Guang's words are too hurtful," Shang said, looking at Dao Ling.
"If you don't want to be sad, then stay and hurt your body," Teng Guang said.
"I'm still one step away from the immortal state," Yi said."I hope I can borrow this Dao spirit."
"As expected, you don't need to leave," Teng Guang sneered.
