Two People's Worth of Stress

"Brother, blood brother, take me with you."

The surnamed Fang youth made a toady expression. He clasped his hands together as if pleading as he continued to speak.

After seeing how Ling Xian easily marched forward ten steps, he was now full of regret. He squeezed a smile and stared at Ling Xian with anticipation.

To pass the trial, to enter the Palace of Fortune, he no longer cared about his own face.

"Blood brother?"

Ling Xian laughed. "I have no plans to take you in as my junior brother. You are wasting your time and breath."

"Hehe, it’s okay. Even if you don’t see me as your junior brother, you are still my elder brother." Youth Fan chuckled humorlessly and continued to kiss Ling Xian’s butt, "Brother, from today on, you are my family."