I'm Dying!

The patriarch gritted his teeth in resentment. He had no choice but to suppress his grievance and smile sincerely, "The incantation for this item only has two words—screw me."

"Screw me?"

The green ox was first stunned, then it looked at the patriarch suspiciously, "You aren't lying to me? Is the incantation really this short?"

The moment he opened his mouth, the patriarch realized that he seemed to have suffered a loss. He hurriedly corrected himself, "Actually, I lied to you, because this incantation is a secret technique from my sect!"

Pow!

Another few hooves kicked over.

The patriarch sucked in a mouthful of blood and said, wanting to cry but no tears came out, "The real incantation has three words, that is 'screw my mother'. Now I've told you everything."

"You did well!"