The moment Thousand-Year-Old Corpse Ginseng heard Fang Lin's words, coupled with Fang Lin's wickedly grinning face, he immediately sensed that something was amiss.
"Ahem, yours truly is not feeling well today. I'm quite uncomfortable and need rest. It's best if I recuperate quietly inside the Nine Palace Bag." The Thousand-Year-Old Corpse Ginseng quickly feigned weakness, speaking in an exhausted voice.
Fang Lin rolled his eyes. This thing had just been full of vigor upon emerging, and now it was pretending to be weak. Truly slippery.
Everyone was astonished hearing what the Thousand-Year-Old Corpse Ginseng said. This thing that looked like a carrot elf, no matter how you looked at it, seemed pretty shameless.
Chen Wu looked displeased. He felt Fang Lin was mocking him. Speaking of a divine weapon, only to bring out a strange talking carrot, was he supposed to duel with this carrot?
