The sword was put away and the strong figure turned over: "Master, you can leave now."

Feng Jiu nodded and was about to take a step when Ning Lang beside her jumped forward with excitement and picked up the Qiankun bags of the people on the ground. Seeing this, the corners of her mouth twitched slightly, and she couldn't help but want to hold her forehead.

This kid still looks like this. Is there any Jindan monk who cares about such a small thing? Which Jindan monk is as greedy as him?

"Ninglang, you didn't seem to have any action. Are you embarrassed to take it?" She said leisurely, looking at the smile on the corner of his mouth stiffened, and looked up embarrassedly at her.

"Hehe, I didn't want to keep myself! Didn't I count the spoils for Satsushan?" He said, giving all the things he had obtained from the casual cultivators to Satsushan: "Hey, give it to you! I've collected it."

"This..." Satsushan wanted to refuse, but heard the voice of his master.

"Hold it! Didn't the mercenaries take away all the things on you? Just add more things so that you won't be empty."

"Yes, thank you, Master." He responded and then took the thing over.

"At least I'll count it for you, why don't you thank me?" Ning Lang snorted.

"Thank you, Mr. Ning, too." Satoshan bowed with a smile.

"It's almost the same." Ning Lang smiled and looked at the place separated in front of him, looking at Fengjiu: "Do we still go there as we did?"

"Yes, that's fine." Feng Jiu nodded.

Song Ming, who was standing beside him, walked out with a smile: "Look at me." He came to the side, followed the method they came over, and shot the arrow at the other party and pulled the rope as a helping force.

Soon, several people walked past the rope one after another. After several people arrived opposite, Song Ming took back the rope. The group continued to walk forward while the night was dark until the place was out.<>

"Ah! The sun is coming out, and we are coming out too. I'm not missing my arms and legs, and I've earned a lot of good things. I'm so happy."

Ning Lang's hands were wide open, and he cheered to the sky. His fat body ran around the mountain road, his whole body filled with unconcealed joy, which made people smile when they saw it.

Feng Jiu chuckled and said, "Not only do you lack arms and legs, but you probably have gained weight. Didn't you notice that your belly is protruding again?" She looked down and her eyes fell on his round belly.

Hearing this, the few people around her also laughed. Ning Lang looked down, touched his stomach, and grinned: "Hehe, my mother said, this belly is pretending to be rich, and my belly is fat again, which means that I have made a lot of money recently, hahaha!"

"Nonsense." Duan Ye shook his head, feeling that he was just trashing.

"That's right, we make less money than you? Why don't we see our belly as round as you do? If we get fat, we're fat, and we're making excuses. What's there to hide?" Luo Fei also laughed and stared at his round belly jokingly.

Seeing this, Song Ming waved his hand and smiled, "Okay, okay, don't talk about him. If he is not fat, how can he call him Xiaopang? Do you think so? Hahaha."

Hearing this, everyone burst into laughter again, and Ning Lang looked aggrieved: "I'm not Xiaopang, my name is Ning Lang, how nice my name sounds."
Chapter completed!