Is that the boss?
Fang Yuan furrowed his brows, gripping the Ten Thousand Souls Banner tightly in his hand, uncertain of what to think.
Why has the boss come here?
And brought something delicious?
The more Fang Yuan thought about it, the more bizarre it seemed. Since when did the boss become so considerate, even bringing something specifically for him?
Could it be some big scam?
Suddenly, Fang Yuan's expression changed, involuntarily recalling the bitter past.
At that time, he was often beaten up by this boss.
The slaps were like millstones, pounding his head like raindrops.
Thinking of this, Fang Yuan's whole body couldn't help but tremble.
"Damn it, what is this Demon Monarch thinking?"
Fang Yuan snapped back to reality and gave himself a slap on the head.
He had been honestly retreating to cultivate at Yin Yue Mountain lately, without ever offending the boss, so there was no way he would face a beating from him.
