“What are you planning to pluck from me this time?” the three-eyed young senior asked without turning around, responding languidly.

Tyrant Kindness: “???”

So devoid of spirit, this isn’t the three-eyed young senior I know!

In Tyrannical Song’s view, the three-eyed young senior was always more determined after setbacks, and no matter how many times he lost, he would come back with renewed confidence next time.

But the three-eyed young senior in front of him seemed like someone had replaced him… absolutely devoid of any spirit.

“Senior Three-Eyed, what’s wrong with you?” Tyrant Kindness asked cautiously.

“Fellow Daoist Tyrannical Song, don’t worry, the master is just having his period~” the eyeball butler came out carrying the tea, serving the immortal tea to both Tyrant Kindness and Tyrant ? at the same time.

The three-eyed young senior: “…”

“His period?” Tyrant Kindness was taken aback.

The ruler of the Netherworld has such a setting?

“Don’t be shy, say it boldly, what do you want to pluck from me this time?” the three-eyed young senior rolled over on the beach and looked at Tyrant Kindness.

“Senior, why don’t you have any fighting spirit?” Tyrant ? asked.

The three-eyed young senior looked up at the sky: “Even the most spirited person can’t withstand you shearing my wool once a month!”

“In the past, even if I lost, I had decades, even hundreds or thousands of years to adjust my mentality. With such a long time, no matter how badly I lost last time, I could recover.”

“But you? You show up punctually every month. Moreover, this time you didn’t even give me a month!”

“How do you expect me to have any spirit?”

An awkward expression appeared on Tyrant Kindness’s face—this was something he hadn’t considered.

Even the strongest person needs time to lick their wounds.

The main body has been shearing wool a bit too diligently.

“However, if you think about it, Senior, this is our last gamble with you. After this one, you can say goodbye to us. Thinking of it this way, doesn’t it make you a bit happier?” Tyrant Kindness said empathetically, trying to comfort from another perspective.

“Eh? Now that you mention it, it does make some sense.” the three-eyed young senior sat up from the beach.

He had almost forgotten, this was his last wager with Tyrannical Song!

After the ceremony, Tyrannical Song wouldn’t have the chance to sheer his wool anymore.

“Moreover, the main body isn’t here this time; we are clones, which should be a bit different from the main body,” Tyrant Kindness added.

The three-eyed young senior dusted the sand off his pants and stood up.

In the sky, the sunlight began to brighten.

The eyeball butler looked up at the dazzling sunlight—not very friendly for it. As an eyeball monster, it needed a lot of water, and too brilliant sunlight would evaporate the water content from its body.

Indeed, it’s the bloated mentality of the old master that should be fractured!

“Master, this is also your last chance to win against Fellow Daoist Tyrannical Song… If you lose, your wagers with Tyrannical Song will be completely defeated without a single victory. Moreover, in the future, you will never have the chance to change this record again.” the eyeball butler kindly reminded.

The three-eyed young senior: “!!!”

The previously bright sunshine seemed to dim a little.

“Cough, what do you guys, the main body, want this time?” the three-eyed young senior coughed lightly and asked.

Given Fellow Daoist Tyrannical Song’s character, he definitely wanted to get something from him, only then would he bother coming over.

Practically treating him as a treasure extraction vault.

“The main body has recently been studying a project, ‘Fusing a pair of Scholarly Sage’s Eyes into the undying fat whale golden core’, merging them into one entity.” Tyrant Kindness spoke up.

Self-Corpse Overlord continued, “In the process of research, we encountered some technical difficulties. We need someone to provide technical support for ‘eyeballs’… and Senior Three-Eyed, you are the senior with the deepest research on eyeballs in the myriad practitioners in the universe. Thus, we would like to ask you to assist in researching this project.”

Tyrant Kindness summarized, “This is the target of our bet, I wonder if you agree, Senior?”

“A pair of Scholarly Sage’s Eyes?” Upon hearing this, the three-eyed young senior felt a stir of excitement.

Was he being invited to research the ‘Sage’s Eye’?

This was problematic, the proposal had hit a soft spot in his heart.

The Scholarly Sage’s Eyes, Tyrannical Song surely wouldn’t use them as a betting stake and they were destined not to be added to his collection.

So it seemed the only way he could thoroughly study these divine eyes was by ‘assisting in the research.’

Such magnificent Sage’s Eyes, since they couldn’t be collected, touching and studying them also seemed wonderful.

So… should I intentionally lose this round to Tyrannical Song’s Three Corpses Avatar?

The three-eyed young senior began to struggle internally.

[And why does this have to be the goal of a bet? With our friendship, for such a minor matter, couldn’t he just invite me directly? Why go through the trouble?]

Seeing ‘a pair of Scholarly Sage’s Eyes’ as the prize, the three-eyed young senior secretly boosted his friendship value with Tyrannical Song by a lot- about five or six times the original, filling up his favorability to the brim.

“Ahem, alright, I agree to this bet,” replied the three-eyed young senior. “And what’s your wager?”

“As a wager, would a living Demon Emperor suffice?” Self-Corpse Overlord pointed to Demon Emperor Og.

The three-eyed young senior: “…”

That felt rather dismissive.

But, considering ‘a pair of Scholarly Sage’s Eyes.’

“Agreed,” nodded the three-eyed young senior.

Demon Emperor Og: “…”

For a moment, he felt as if he had caught a whiff of disdain from the Heavenly Dao of the Three-Eyed Sovereign.

He, the mighty Immortality Demon Emperor, the big boss of demons, wasn’t even qualified to be a bet?

That felt awful.

“Then, Senior, how shall we proceed with this bet?” asked Tyrant Kindness.

“What are you good at?” The three-eyed young senior asked directly—having decided to lose on purpose, he thought to just go through the motions.

“What am I good at? Hmm, I am the Good Corpse of my main body, possessing countless good deeds and have inherited a part of the main body’s ‘Kindness.’ So, I am quite good at accumulating light of virtue, holy light, being a good person, and doing good deeds,” Tyrant Kindness honestly replied.

The three-eyed young senior once again showed an expression of disdain.

He originally thought of competing in what Tyrant Kindness was good at, but upon hearing these items, the three-eyed senior immediately dismissed the idea.

He, the sovereign ruler of the Netherworld, was supposed to compete in gathering holy light or virtue power?

Pah!

“What else are you good at?” The three-eyed young senior looked towards Tyrannical Song’s self-corpse.

Self-Corpse Overlord: “I excel at making people unable to remember me.”

“What’s your name?” asked the three-eyed young senior.

Self-Corpse: “Selfcentric Corpse Overlord Body.”

“That sounds pretty easy to remember,” the three-eyed young senior said. “Ba Ben.”

Self-Corpse: “…”

He was now the person who could most understand Drunk Fish Hermit from the Nine Provinces Number One Chat Group.

“Decided, this time, let’s compete in ‘memory,’” proposed the three-eyed young senior.

Source: Webnovel.com, updated by novlove.com

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