1178: Can’t Be Called Little Fatty If He’s Not Fat

Can’t Be Called Little Fatty If He’s Not Fat

After he put his sword away, the strong body turned around and said: "Master, we can go now."1

Feng Jiu nodded and was about to take a step when she saw an excited Ning Lang next to her leaping forwards and picking up the cosmos sacks and all the belongings on the floor. Upon seeing this, she couldn't help but touch her forehead as her mouth twitched slightly. 

This kid was still the same. Which Golden Core cultivator would care for such little things? What Golden Core cultivator would be as greedy as him?

"Ning Lang, you didn't lift a finger, do you not feel bad taking the things?" She asked casually. She saw the smile on his face stiffened as he looked up at her with embarrassment. 

"Hey, I wasn't going to keep them for myself! Aren't I counting up the battle spoils for Bi Shan now?" After he said that, he handed over the items he had collected from those cultivators to Bi Shan: "Here, they're for you! Keep them safe."

"This….." Bi Shan wanted to refuse when he heard his Master's voice. 

"Keep it! Haven't all your belongings been taken by the mercenaries? It's just as well you can add to your belongings now and not be empty handed."

"Yes, thank you Master." He replied and took the things. 

"It's a good thing that I counted up for you. Aren't you going to thank me too?" Ning Lang snorted.

"Thank you Young Master Ning." Bi Shan smiled and bowed. 

"That's much better." Ning Lang smiled and looked at the space in front of them. He asked, looking at Feng Jiu: "Are we going across the same way we came over?"

"Yes, we can." Feng Jiu nodded.

Song Ming smiled and walked over: "Look at me." He went to the edge and used the same method as before, shooting an arrow across with a rope to help get them across. 

Not long later, they all walked along the rope one after another and got across. When they had all reached the other side, Song Ming withdrew the rope. They continued to move forward in the dark of the night. By daylight, they finally got out of this place. 

"Ah! The sun is out and we are finally out of here too. I am actually not missing an arm or a leg but gained many things instead. I am so happy,"

Ning Lang's arms were wide open as he cheered loudly. His chubby body ran all around the mountain road, the joy in his body couldn't be concealed. It made people smile when they saw this. 

Feng Jiu smiled lightly and said: "Not only are you not missing your arms and legs, you've also gained weight. Have you not noticed that your belly is sticking out again?" Her eyes looked down and fell onto his protruding belly. 

After hearing this, everyone else laughed. Ning Lang looked down and touched his belly. He said with a grin: "Hey, my mother said this belly is for storing riches. Since my belly has gotten fatter it means that I have made a lot of money recently. Haha!"

"Bullshit." Duan Ye shook his head.

"That's right, have we made less money than you? Why aren't our bellies as round as yours? If you're fat, you're fat. Don't make excuses. What's there to hide?" Luo Fei laughed as well and stared playfully at his round belly.

Seeing this, Song Ming waved his hand and smiled: "Okay, okay, enough about him. If he's not fat, how can he be called Little Fatty? Don't you all agree? Hahaha!"

Upon hearing this, everyone laughed again. Ning Lang looked like he'd been wronged: "I'm not called Little Fatty. My name is Ning Lang. My name is nice."

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