"Isn't this Julius Reed, my dear brother?" Whitaker Dog walked over, grasping the Nine Nether True Lord's hand, excitedly saying, "I've been looking all over for you, didn't expect you'd be lying in a coffin. This Shadow Kims, really tricked me!"
"Scram." The Nine Nether True Lord said lightly, shaking his wrist, and Whitaker Dog was sent flying over ten meters away, landing on the snow.
Fortunately, he had thick skin and was a formidable martial artist, otherwise he would have been shaken to death.
But even without the Nine Nether True Lord exerting himself, Whitaker Dog still felt like his whole body was falling apart.
"He's one of us, go easy on him." Julius Reed said helplessly.
Whitaker Dog was too enthusiastic.
He had the smell of a corpse all over him and didn't like taking baths or washing his hands.
He was filthy.
"Got it." The Nine Nether True Lord jumped out of the coffin, bent down to grab a handful of snow, and rubbed it.
