"Alright, I'll have to trouble you then." As an array elder, Ji Shiyuan also held an important position. This time, he had been entrusted by mo Shili to go to the Ling family. After the matter was settled, he didn't want to delay any further, so he politely said to Deacon Jin.
"Oh right, fatty Jin, young master Ling is a good friend of mine. You should understand what I mean, right?" Ji Shiyuan took a few steps toward the divine origin Hall and turned back to speak to Deacon Jin worriedly.
"Don't worry, don't worry. I, Fatty Jin, will always know what to do. You should go quickly. " Deacon Jin waved his hand impatiently.
Seeing his fat and short arms that were difficult to swing, Ling Chuxi thought of little meatball again. If this fellow wore a bear skin coat, he would be an enlarged version of little meatball.
