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Becoming God Of A Dystopian Worldchapter 265: all attention on me

Zhao Luo understood the process and threw two of the remaining three bags of fruits inside the circle.

Xiao Yu and Pi Hao were placing the corpses inside the circle, one after the other.

Soon all the sixteen corpses of the spies from the Qi Range had been thrown in the Teleportation Circle.

"Let me help you down."

Zhao Luo said to the leader of the spies whose eyes looked pale and her condition looked haggard as though after being buried under sixteen dead bodies for hours was already enough to cause her death.

'Thud!'

Zhao Luo who was standing next to the Bimba's back slowly pulled the soft hand of the spy leader and she, who had no energy to get up, fell towards Zhao Luo.

Zhao Luo who was only trying to get her down was flabbergasted as the leader's face was buried in his chest and the three disciple brothers of his were staring at him.

"Little Brother, why are you hugging her?"

"No, I didn't mean to."

Zhao Luo was caught off guard by Senior Cutie's question and gently pushed the leader away from him before bringing her inside the circle.

"Don't forget him."

Senior Cutie said to Zhao Luo while pointing at the guard who was still sleeping on the back of Bimba.

Zhao Luo pulled him down as he gently placed the guard on his back.

Senior Cutie smiled while holding the last bag of internal energy fruits.

After the four had placed everything inside the TP circle, Zhao Luo looked at Bimba with tragic eyes.

"Can I take him along with us to the Sect?"

Zhao Luo asked Senior Cutie who was also saddened as he looked at the beast who had made their journey five times easier.

"We can't take him to the Sect since the Teleportation building of the sect won't be able to handle his size."

Senior Cutie said to Zhao Luo who was patting Bimba's head.

"It's a goodbye then Bimba."

Zhao Luo said to his cat who understood their conversation perfectly.

"Meow."

Bimba left out a sulking cry which sounded nothing like the roar of a sand lion, as it expressed its sadness of splitting up with its master.

"It's okay. We will meet again, soon."

Zhao Luo told Bimba after which he turned around and entered the circle along with Xiao Yu and Pi Hao.

Senior Cutie was already standing inside it and after the last one, Zhao Luo entered it, the ten seconds started.

After ten seconds, the six of them, along with the bags and the corpses were teleported to the Sect's Teleportation Circle building.

'Whoosh.'

"Welcome."

The moment Zhao Luo returned to the circle, the disciple's voice sounded in his ears as he welcomed them back.

'Nod.'

Zhao Luo and the others nodded at the disciple who was on porter's duty and looked around the circle to see if everything had arrived with them.

"I will tie the corpses, Pi Hao and Xiao Yu, you both can carry the fruit bags."

Senior Cutie instructed them while taking out a big chain from his storage space.

"As for her, I will leave her to you Little Brother. You can carry her."

Senior Cutie said to Zhao Luo with a grin while pointing at the leader of the spies with his other hand.

"Ah."

Zhao Luo knew that Senior Cutie was up to something but still he had helped the leader to stand up and carried her out of the building while also carrying the guard on his back.

Xiao Yu and Pi Hao were behind him with the bags.

Zhao Luo had a smile on his face as he looked at the trainee hall that was in the direction in front of him and felt pleased since he was finally back at the Sect after a long and exhausting day.

'Are they doing well?'

Zhao Luo remembered the ones he had met in the trainee hall, more importantly, his question was directed towards Feng Mei and Yan.

"Are you enjoying it?"

Xiao Yu looked at Zhao Luo's smile and then stared at the leader who looked semi-conscious while being carried by Zhao Luo.

"I was just remembering my friends."

"Unlike you who doesn't have many."

Zhao Luo replied to Xiao Yu who didn't refute his claims since to him,

"Friends are a useless burden."

Xiao Yu replied to Zhao Luo.

'Is he calling me a 'useless burden''

"You-"

"Argue later you two. Let's hand these in first."

Right then Senior Cutie exited the building from behind them and interrupted them.

"So, we are going to the mission hall's building first."

Senior Cutie said to them as he came out with the tied corpses on his shoulder which looked like wood logs.

"Tsk,"

Zhao Luo and Xiao Yu both clicked their tongues together as they looked away from each other.

After telling them off, Senior Cutie started running as he made his way towards the outer hall while Zhao Luo, Xiao Yu, and Pi Hao followed behind him.

Ten minutes later.

Zhao Luo was once again standing in front of the black door, which was the entrance gate of the mission zone with the leader in his arms and the guard who was hanging on his back.

Senior Cutie moved past the door and Zhao Luo followed behind him along with the others.

They readily entered the mission hall's building and went towards the counter (square office) where Elder Gay was at.

The mission hall was even less packed than yesterday when Zhao Luo had come to take on the missions with others.

'Is it because we are here too early?'

Zhao Luo wondered while looking around at the disciples who were standing next to the wall as they searched for the mission that they wanted to take.

"You guys are back already."

Elder Gay's surprised voice suddenly echoed in the building as he looked at them.

The disciples around the building also stared at Zhao Luo and the others who were carrying the bags and the bloodied corpses.

"They must have had a tragic battle."

Many disciples thought as they looked at the corpses on Senior Cutie's shoulder.

With most of the attention on him for the first time, Senior Cutie couldn't help but let out a big laugh.

'All of them are looking at me.'

Senior Cutie glanced around while laughing and suddenly stopped.

"Obviously we are back early since these FIVE missions were not even a challenge for me."

Senior Cutie boasted about how easy these missions were for him while emphasizing the number of missions.