"Get out of the way."
Qin Shou held Zhi Yin's head with one hand and pushed him to the side, as golden clouds erupted from the Space Gate.
"Heh heh, Lao Qin, it's been a while! What've you been up to?"
Six Monkey Avatars, stepping on a Gold-eating Insect Cloud, surrounded Qin Shou casually and greeted him.
Qin Shou turned his head and twitched at the corner of his mouth.
The Monkey Avatar was dressed in a flamboyant chain armor, yet wore gold-rimmed sunglasses on its nose—a sight rife with discord.
And seriously, where's the Jingu Bang? What's in his fingers instead?
Damn, a cigar!
A cigar is baffling enough. But what's that thing in the mouth of the Gold-eating Insects?
Cosmic Creature Metal!
Hey, hey, hey, what kind of nonsense is this? That stuff is crazy expensive. Even I wouldn't dare use it, and here you are feeding worms with it...
