"Brother Meng, come play a game with me."
The Supreme Elder of the Heavenly Martial Sect called out.
"Not interested."
In a small cabin, Meng Qingyun lay on the bed, his gaze vacant, looking somewhat disheveled, his beard already a foot long.
"Are you so afraid of losing to an old man like me?"
The Supreme Elder deliberately provoked him, but Meng Qingyun didn't react at all.
"Ah, Brother Meng, death is the end of life, accept it."
The Supreme Elder sighed helplessly.
Seeing Meng Qingyun unresponsive, he muttered another sentence: "You're still young, it's not too late to have another child..."
Whoosh!
On the bed, Meng Qingyun suddenly sat up straight, his eyes staring directly at the Supreme Elder.
"Well, Brother Meng, I was just joking, don't take it to heart."
The Supreme Elder immediately changed his tone.
If he truly angered Meng Qingyun, this old body of his couldn't win.
