"Worth it, worth it!"
Xu Qing's magic warship had already left the core area of Three Spirits Suppression Mountain and was speeding in the distance, putting an extremely great distance between it and the battlefield behind it.
The captain lay sprawled on the deck, regaining his original appearance. He was panting but his eyes were shining with satisfaction.
He even burped a few times from time to time, looking like he was stuffed.
"Haha, it's still more reliable to do big things with you, Little Qing. I'm actually unscathed this time. This is unprecedented." The more the captain thought about it, the more smug he became. He simply sat up and patted the deck, producing popping sounds.
"You don't know, Little Qing. Previously, when I did big things with Zhang San, I always lost a limb or two!"
"It is even worse when I go do them alone. There were a few times when I almost lost my head. Moreover, that brat Zhang San always took away good things."