"Little Yingying, little Qing, you don't have to go to work!"
The white-haired old man thought for a long time but couldn't find a reasonable excuse, so he could only force himself to give sister Qing a holiday.
If it was possible, he hoped that sister Qing would never come. If she scared the weapon spirit that he had painstakingly cultivated to death, the old man would have to pay so much that he would vomit blood.
In order to capture and cultivate these weapon spirits, the old man had put in a lot of effort, and almost half of his wealth had been invested in it, so he absolutely could not be negligent.
Putting aside his own losses, just having him stand next to a legendary ghost king made him feel uncomfortable. He was afraid of angering this Big Boss who came out of nowhere and followed little green.
