For a powerful person like Zhou Heng, he doesn't even have time to curry favor with him!

"Although killing you would make things a little more complicated."

Zhou Heng slowly stretched out his hand: "But who asked you to deliver it to me?"

The main quest must be completed.

Otherwise, that stupid system might really self-destruct.

But who said that he couldn't be the leader of Lingxiao Sect and an outer disciple at the same time.

"Don't! Don't!"

Seeing Zhou Heng's hand getting closer, Deng Hao's eyes immediately turned red with anger and he felt even more frightened in his heart.

He acted decisively, not caring about the so-called Lingxiao Sect or his own face, and rushed forward, crawling and hugging Zhou Heng's calf.

"Brother! I know I was wrong! I accept you as my brother!"

Deng Hao raised his head to look at Zhou Heng, his old face full of wrinkles as he smiled, and said in a flattering manner.

"I am just the leader of a small sect. How dare I trouble you? If you have anything to do, just arrange for me to do it. I promise to do it properly!"

"Who are you calling brother?"

The corner of Zhou Heng's mouth twitched.

This old guy has a big beard and looks older than his father. Why is he pretending to be young here?

"It's my fault! I shouldn't call you brother! I should call you grandpa!"

Deng Hao became even more flattering, holding Zhou Heng's legs tightly.

The fact that Zhou Heng hasn't taken any action yet means he still has hope of survival!

"From now on, no matter what troubles you may encounter, you can tell me and I can handle anything! Climb mountains of swords and plunge into seas of fire, no problem!"

Zhou Heng looked at Deng Hao who was trying to please him madly, and thought for a moment while stroking his chin.

"What if I say I want to be an outer disciple of your Lingxiao Sect?"