Saintess of the West

Chu Yu was speechless, What the f*ck is going on?

The meet-and-greet session with the saintess has been cancelled? What saintess? What has this got to do with Fatty?

Chu Yu glanced at Lord Thief and Old Yellow, "You two bring Xiaoyue to my place first, I have business to settle with idiot."

Lord Thief looked at Chu Yu, "What is it? Are you all going to fight? Bring me along!"

Chu Yu shook his head, "No way!"

He did not know anything about what was going on in Northern Europe and Fatty didn’t elaborate either. But, by the looks of it, this was urgent. Fatty rarely pleaded for help.

Furthermore, Fatty was already quite powerful. Anyone who could trap him was definitely not weak.

Lord Thief and Old Yellow were definitely not suited for this journey.

Lord Thief groaned, "Why? Are there even things in this world that you can’t handle?"

Chu Yu rolled his eyes, "I’m not god!"

Xiaoyue looked at Chu Yu and said softly, "Please be careful."