It's aggrieved, but now he's in his hands, it's hard to die. The old monster didn't stop the movements in his hands, and still slowly tear off the rat meat in his hands piece by piece and stuffed it into Wu Feng's mouth. Using reading, there is no advertisement at all

Although Wu Feng was lit with acupoints, he could still feel the smell of the rat meat when he was sent to his mouth. Although the rat meat smelled bad, it was not as unpalatable as he imagined when he came to his mouth. The key was that he could not chew it at all, and he could not understand much of the taste.

The white-haired old man finally put the large piece of rat meat in his hand into Wu Feng's mouth, and then nodded with satisfaction, and laughed: Now, after eating such a delicious meal, you kid will be in vain for your life. As he said that, he lit Wu Feng's chest a few times to untie Wu Feng's acupoints.

Wu Feng coughed a few times. When he thought that he had swallowed the extremely nauseating rat meat, his stomach churned and he was about to vomit when he opened his mouth, but he just retching for a few times, but he didn't vomit at all. This feeling was quite uncomfortable.

Young man, don’t waste your efforts. How could I let you spit out the things I feed you? Such a good thing cannot be wasted. Hehe, the white-haired old man smiled.

Wu Feng raised his head, and the expression on his face became distorted with anger. Old monster, kill me quickly, hurry up, kill me whatever you want, hurry up and do it

Hehe, I won’t mention this. I haven’t had enough fun yet. You want to die now. I may not want to kill me now. I will let you live for a while. There are still a few questions to ask you.

Wu Feng didn't say anything, but just looked at the white-haired old man with a murderous aura and extremely cold look, hoping to kill him with his eyes.

The white-haired old man looked straight into Wu Feng's eyes, still smiling, and suddenly said: Young man, since you said just now that your master is the successor of Maoshan, the Taoist priest who drove the corpse, and you are his disciple, I believe you also understand some shallow Taoism. Then I want to test you, see if you know the magic weapon in my hand?

What tricks do you want to torture me? Wu Feng said angrily.

The white-haired old man ignored Wu Feng's words, just reached behind his back, took out an object, shook it in front of Wu Feng's eyes, and asked: You kid, can you recognize this magic weapon in my hand?

Wu Feng glanced at the thing in the white-haired old man's hand and saw that it was a rectangular wooden strip, with dark red all over. He couldn't figure out what it was for a moment. He sarcastically said: Even a broken wooden board was taken out to show it to me, and he also said it was a magic weapon, so he was not afraid that others would laugh out loud.

The white-haired old man was stunned and became serious. He took the object in his hand to Wu Feng's eyes and said in a deep voice: Don't draw conclusions so early, take a closer look before talking.
Chapter completed!