The god's eyes narrowed slightly when he looked at Zi Chen, and suddenly a cold light shone out, and the temperature around him suddenly dropped.

Zi Chen smiled and said: "If it were my choice, I would naturally choose Dunduyou. However, there is a saying that a gentleman should not take what others like, so I think I will choose Dunduyou in the end."

"Are you threatening me?"

A sneer flashed in the god's eyes, "What qualifications does a mere slave have to threaten me?"

Zi Chen was silent, staring directly at the god.

"Why, are you waiting for Demi to come and stand up for you?"

The god sneered and said: "You can try to see whether Demi comes first or you die first."

Zi Chen smiled and said: "Senior misunderstood. I did not inform Lady Demi. I thought senior would reason with me."

"I can reason with people, and I can also reason with God, but I never reason with slaves, because they are not worthy!"

The gaze of the gods is as cold as a blade.

Zi Chen's expression did not change, "How about I sell some soul-nurturing flowers and try to become a half-immortal soul?"

This is absolutely groveling and a complete abandonment of dignity.

The god sneered, "Why, do you think that by pretending to be a grandson in front of me, I can let you go?"

Grote is able to come today because he has some understanding of Zi Chen and is able to cultivate these soul-nurturing flowers in a short period of time. The level of the soul-nurturing flower elves in Zi Chen's hands is definitely not low.

Putting this kind of thing on a mere fairy is simply a waste.

What's more, the other party is still a slave spirit!

He thinks this is a shame!

The original intention was to sneak into the city quietly after seeing these soul-nurturing flowers, and then slap the opponent to death and end it once and for all.

Unexpectedly, the other party was aware of his presence in advance.

"Sir, you are joking. I am just a small spirit clan, and I am just making a living here. The spirit-raising flower elves really cannot give it to you. I can give you as much as the spirit-raising flower senior wants."

I used to call you senior, but now you call me sir. The title has changed, which has widened the distance between the two parties.

Grote said: "You are not a small spirit clan, you are a slave spirit! In this world of gods, you are not worthy of being called a clan at all. You are slaves, worse than running dogs. At best, you are just various nutrients."

Zi Chen suppressed his smile and said, "Sir, the spirit tribe has done the hardest and most tiring work. There is no credit but hard work."

Grote said indifferently: "I said, you are not worthy of being called a clan! You are slaves, worse than running dogs! Now tell me, who are you? If you answer well, you will survive today. If you answer poorly,

You can only be used as nourishment."

"We are your fathers! Fuck you bastards!"

The opponent pressed him again and again, challenging his bottom line. Zi Chen no longer held back and directly exploded.

In a flash, Zi Chen was in front of Grote.

A punch went straight to the opponent's door.

Bang!
Chapter completed!