"Do you think I'm easy to bully?"
He Yuxiang was standing on the Fleshly God Buddha, his body wrapped in golden light, looking as if he was coated in a layer of gold powder. The Fleshly God Buddha struggled under his feet, but each time it tried to rise, it was stomped down hard by him. Its tentacles were snipped off as soon as they stretched out. Despite its remarkable healing ability, it couldn't withstand the wheat-cutting-like slashes and was soon subdued.
"Looking down on a liberal arts student, huh?" He Yuxiang was clearly angry, "I'll tell you, everything I've learned in my life is specifically to deal with you lot."
As he spoke, Gu Tao translated on the side, cooperating quite well. He Yuxiang felt that Gu Tao really seemed like an idiot, but he was too embarrassed to say it out loud. So after every sentence Gu Tao translated, He Yuxiang would give him a glance with his eyes. After several such glances, Gu Tao still unawares, kept translating.
