The Lazy God's air of nonchalance truly emanates from his bones, one can tell just from his name.
Lazy God, Lazy God, isn't it all about being lazy?
Compared to him, Xu Molin has probably picked the wrong target for trying to outdo him in swagger.
The Lazy God is the epitome of laziness; he was the only one from back then who could match the True Martial Saint, even from the younger generation, he could defeat the True Martial Saint.
This guy hides his true depth; dare to say, his strength is definitely higher than Ling Tianyu's current cultivation level.
With a mere thought, the fruits on the coffee table were peeled and shelled one by one, without even moving a finger, they went straight into his mouth automatically, and he ate them.
This sight made Ximen Liehuo and the others smile inwardly; at first glance, he looked like a spoiled rich kid, nothing like the demeanor of a strong fighter.
Utterly shameless.
Lazy God, Lazy God, just lazy.
Not even bothering to lift a hand.
