"Is there something wrong with this guy's brain? Did you eat too many brain-dead pills?" Lin Yi felt like he was struck by lightning. He turned to look at Marquis Yu with a weird expression.
Taking Lin Yi in as a follower? Chief Steward? Kneel down and thank me? Thank you, eight generations of ancestors!
Marquis Yu felt even more embarrassed and speechless. He didn't know what to say, but Lin Yi just gave him his big Manager position without any explanation. Although he didn't know what a retard was, he felt that Lin Yi's words made sense.
Of course, he wouldn't dare to say that out loud even if he was beaten to death. Lin Yi wasn't someone to mess with, and neither was his Island master. He was a peak existence in the ancient martial world, and all he wanted to do right now was lie down and play dead.