At this moment, he didn't seem like an ancient monster with unfathomable scheming from tens of millions or even a hundred million years, but more like a naive child without any cunning.
How many years of accumulation?!
Suffered countless hardships.
Now, he finally achieved positive results, the achievement of perfection, stepping into the Quasi-Immortal Emperor realm.
His effort of dividing himself into six parts was not in vain.
The next moment.
Selling fake medicine, he restrained his imperial presence, then stepped forward, once again arriving beside his two "old friends", looking at the two old acquaintances with a smile on his face.
Although he didn't speak, the meaning he wanted to express was already very obvious.
"Don't be too smug!"
The Butcher pursed his lips, initially being a very somber person, became even more so now, like a sullen gourd, just uttering these few words.
Upon hearing this, the corner of the fake medicine seller's mouth curled up even more.
