Outside Jiao's Forest.
Qin Fengqing was truly running out of energy. Running wildly for hundreds of li, getting hunted by countless middle-ranked monsters. A life like this was beyond miserable.
"Fang… Fang Ping, nothing good comes out of… completing missions with you."
At this moment, Fang Ping's face was equally pale, and it was getting paler by the minute!
"You will realize that it will get worse!"
Fang Ping was in despair and a state of hopelessness. He asked, "Can't you sense anything?"
"What?"
"The monsters have stopped!"
Fang Ping roared furiously. 'F*cker, how wise can you get!
'Didn't you realize?
'We're dead meat!
'No, you're dead meat!'
Fang Ping had decided that Qin Fengqing was a breakfast he had prepared for Jiao… No, there were so many monsters behind him. He was sending Jiao a big breakfast this time.
If Qin Fengqing was lucky, perhaps he could be like him—become Jiao's chef.