The little fat man touched the back of his head and smiled.

"Don't say that. You were hurt because of me. Everything I did was just to make up for it."

Duan Lingtian shook his head and said.

Thinking of the scene half a month ago, he couldn't help but feel a touch of emotion in his eyes.

"Why did you block that slap for me that day?"

Duan Lingtian asked the little fat man.

"I don't know either."

The little fat man smiled awkwardly, "I didn't think too much at the time. I just thought that if you die, boss, no one will teach me the art of inscription... Grandpa said that I don't have the talent of an alchemist. I don't have any in this life."

I have the opportunity to become an alchemist, so if I want to make a lot of money, I can only become an inscription master."

"You guy, it turns out that you learn inscription patterns to make a lot of money."

Duan Lingtian couldn't help but laugh and curse.

"Boss, I told you the truth, you won't stop teaching me inscriptions in the future, right?"

The little fat man asked worriedly.

"Don't worry, as long as you want to learn, even if you are a piece of wood, I will help you learn!"

Duan Lingtian said.

Soon, he found the little fat man coming over and reached out to touch his forehead...

"Damn fat man, what are you doing?"

Duan Lingtian frowned.

"Boss, you don't have a fever..."

The little fat man blinked his eyes and said with a look of disbelief.

Hearing this, Duan Lingtian glared at the little fat man angrily.

This damn fat guy is really a bitch, he can't stand others being nice to him...

"By the way, boss, my grandpa asked me to hand over these banknotes to you."

The little fat man took out a large handful of banknotes from his arms with a "swish" sound. There were at least hundreds of them, each with a denomination of one thousand taels.

"My grandpa said that he bought the recipe for the Bone Condensing Pill, totaling 100,000 taels. Boss, you can count it."

The little fat man handed the banknote to Duan Lingtian, but found that Duan Lingtian had no intention of taking it, "Boss, what's wrong?"

"Fat man, take these one hundred thousand taels back and give them back to your grandpa."

Duan Lingtian shook his head and said.

Although he is short of money, he also knows what money should be taken and what money should not be taken.

Li Xuan saved his life, which was enough for him to pay everything in return, and it was impossible to take any more money from Li Xuan.

"Boss, you'd better keep it."

The little fat man added that he also guessed the reason why Duan Lingtian, who always cherished talents as much as his life, refused.

"Why, now that you have grown up, you don't even listen to the boss?"

Duan Lingtian glared at the little fat man and pretended to be angry.

When the little fat man saw this, he immediately shivered and could only take the banknote back into his arms.

"Okay, go home and have a good rest! In a few days, I will go to your home to teach you the inscriptions."

Duan Lingtian breathed a sigh of relief after driving the little fat man out of the compound...
Chapter completed!