The old man white-haired looked at Wu Feng for a while, and suddenly laughed loudly, laughing with his smile on his back and forth. After laughing, he said to Wu Feng: I didn't expect that you are still a person who values ​​love and righteousness. But it's a bit unreasonable to tell me about this matter now. You can't even save your own life, and you want to save the life of that beast.

Speaking of this, he paused again and continued: Besides, that little beast is in my hands. I will deal with it as much as I want. Do you think I will listen to you after saying a few soft words?

Hearing the tone of the white-haired old man, it seemed that the yellow-haired monkey was not dead yet, Wu Feng felt a little relieved. He stared at the white-haired old man, his eyes flashed with cold light, and said word by word: Old monster, I advise you to let the yellow-haired monkey go, otherwise, even if I, Wu Feng, wouldn't let you go, even if I was a ghost,

The old man Wufeng's white-haired man silently recited Wu Feng's name and said with a smile: It turns out that your boy is Wufeng, what a strange name, then why don't you call Wuyu? Or Wu Lei and Wu Lightning, it's OK.

Wu Feng was completely speechless now. This white-haired monster was simply not good at eating soft and hard, and didn't get into oil and salt. He had no choice but to do anything about him, so he simply ignored him and had to close his eyes and wait for death.top          Ranking list

Seeing that Wu Feng stopped talking, the old white-haired man was not idle in his hand, and continued to hold the skull and constantly smear the disgusting soup on Wu Feng.

After working for a while, the white-haired old man nodded with satisfaction and said: Now that everything is done, you can put it on the fire and roast it in a while. When I think about it, I drool.

Wu Feng opened his eyes again and looked at himself twice. He saw that the white-haired old man had been covered with disgusting soup. Under the firelight, a greasy light reflected, which looked a bit like the kind of pig that was about to be roasted.

Wu Feng sighed, and two lines of clear tears flowed out of his eyes without realizing it. It was not because of fear, but because he felt that he had died inexplicably. It was too worthwhile to die. Besides, the master raised him for six or seven years, but he had not had time to repay him, and he had not even met him for the last time. He left the world inexplicably, feeling both wronged and sad, and later he even cried.

The old white-haired man saw Wu Feng crying loudly, thinking he was scared. After sneering twice, he walked to Wu Feng and laughed: Young man, what's wrong with you, are you afraid? If you politely say a few words begging for mercy, I might make you feel more comfortable. You can kill you first and then roast it. If you say something, I feel comfortable and feel relieved. Maybe I will be happy to let you go. I may not know if I am happy.
Chapter completed!