The scream of the Thousand-Legged Centipede echoed through the mountains. That day, as it watched its former kind flee just like it had lost its mind, it unleashed a slaughter. The mountains were littered with blood and corpses.
"Could it be that this imp is my destined tao?"
Zouyou seemed thoughtful, he possesses complex feelings for humans in comparison to the centipede.
Whoosh...
At this moment, all the unusual occurrences around Little Fatty disappeared. His Divine Soul fell into exhaustion, his eyelids drooped, and he started dozing off.
Zouyou hesitated slightly, flicking a finger, a strand of vitality transferred into Little Fatty's body. The latter yawned, stretched lazily, seeming like he just woke up.
"I'm hungry!"
"You're a damn soul, what's there for you to eat."
Zouyou cursed, restraining Little Fatty's Divine Soul, turning into a demon wind and leaving.
"You dare to yell at me? Do you know who my master is?"
"Stinky imp, shut up."