Boom!
The horrible sword air shot from that broadsword, sweeping around. It even slashed the ground.
With a majestic aura, the sword's tip pointed at Bu Fang.
"Go to Earth Prison now?" Bu Fang looked at You Ji, who somewhat resembled Nethery, and he couldn't help but furrow his brows.
Yes, he will go to Earth Prison, but not now…
Without hesitation, Bu Fang shook his head. "No. It's not the time for me to go to Earth Prison."
"Do you think you have the right to choose?"
You Ji narrowed her eyes. She didn't expect Bu Fang to refuse.
"No need to choose. Just let Nethery stay in my restaurant, and the curse will be naturally suppressed… But if you want me to go to Earth Prison with you guys… Hmm… Let's just say, when you pick the melon early, it's not ripe and sweet."
Bu Fang shook his head. He was too lazy to argue with this woman.
Then, his mind flickered, retrieving the Black Turtle Constellation Wok.
