Can’t Be Called Little Fatty If He’s Not Fat

After he put his sword away, the strong body turned around and said: "Master, we can go now."

Feng Jiu nodded and was about to take a step when she saw an excited Ning Lang next to her leaping forwards and picking up the cosmos sacks and all the belongings on the floor. Upon seeing this, she couldn't help but touch her forehead as her mouth twitched slightly. 

This kid was still the same. Which Golden Core cultivator would care for such little things? What Golden Core cultivator would be as greedy as him?

"Ning Lang, you didn't lift a finger, do you not feel bad taking the things?" She asked casually. She saw the smile on his face stiffened as he looked up at her with embarrassment. 

"Hey, I wasn't going to keep them for myself! Aren't I counting up the battle spoils for Bi Shan now?" After he said that, he handed over the items he had collected from those cultivators to Bi Shan: "Here, they're for you! Keep them safe."