"Xu Xiaoshou..."
"Friend, this time you owe me a lot of favors." Xu Xiaoshou interrupted, unabashedly counting on his fingers:
"Saving your life, that's one."
"Attributing the achievement of slaying the evil god to you, that's another."
"Using my body to withstand the potential onslaught of the power of the curse that might befall you, also counts..."
What?!
Xu Xiaoshou hadn't even finished, and Hallmaster Dao's eyes nearly bulged in fury.
Do you always count favors like this? Isn't this the same as wrongfully accusing me of stepping on your feet—utterly unreasonable?
"You don't agree?" Xu Xiaoshou saw that this guy got a cheap life yet still acted coy, couldn't help but say:
"I saved you, right?"
"Yes!" That point Hallmaster Dao couldn't refute.
"If I hadn't saved you and you survived, the evil god would've cursed you, wouldn't you have borne it alone?" Xu Xiaoshou's thoughts were clear, "But now, isn't it true that I've shared half the burden?"
