章 1817: The God Who Helps You Take the Last Step

One flower, two flowers… Ten thousand flowers spread all over the city from the restaurant. Green branches spread, twisted, and covered with flower buds, which vibrated and then quietly bloomed. For a moment, the whole city was flooded with beautiful flowers, and the air was filled with fragrance.

The immortals fell silent. Niu Hansan, holding Eighty in his arms, had tears trickling down his cheeks.

"How did such an awesome man like Owner Bu get to this point…"

Carrying the rosewood lunch box, Flowery's eyes flickered slightly.

Yang Jian sighed and stood up. A dazzling light burst from him, and then he was clad in his armor and holding his spear. The Celestial Hound stood behind him, emitting black smoke. "It's time to go back," he said. The next moment, he stepped on a cloud, turned into a stream of light, and soared into the sky.