Mr. Wu, who had transformed into the body of Taotie, had just flew up and before he could leave Wulou, he suddenly felt dark in front of him.

"go back!"

The slap that was even bigger than his face blocked Mr. Wu's way, and slapped him straight into his face.

Bang!

A loud slap sounded, and Mr. Wu flew backwards and fell to Zhao Li's side.

"Oh, Mr. Wu, what's wrong with you?

You said that you, the fifth son of the real dragon, have such a prominent identity? How could you be so careless?

When you fall like this, you don’t fall your body, you also fall the face of the dragon clan!”

Looking at the embarrassed Mr. Wu from a high position, Zhao Li said sarcastically.

Mr. Wu: ""Can I say MMP, bitch?

He wanted to swallow Zhao Li alive, but Mr. Wu showed a humble smile on his face.

"Hehe! Hehe!"

With a smile, Mr. Wu instantly completed the transition from being arrogant to being humble.

"Master Zhao, look, we are all old acquaintances, you are so polite.

What's your name? Just call me Xiao Wu.

This is your territory. If you don’t let Xiao Wu move, you can still have to worry about your seniors taking action?"

The world is so big, and the circle of gods is there. Eighty years ago, Chi You was resurrected and was slapped into pieces by someone. He was rounded and flattened several times, and he was tortured and died.

This is simply a secret that cannot be hidden.

Nowadays, except for those immortals and gods who have been in seclusion for more than a hundred years, as long as they are still active, and even more powerful monsters, who don’t know about this?

Mr. Wu, of course, is no exception.

After hearing Zhao Li's fearless words, he felt something was wrong and turned around and wanted to escape.

Until he was slapped for a while, he could be sure that Zhao Li really invited that person.

Although I don’t know where a little ghost messenger got such a big face and was able to invite this great god, it did not prevent him from realizing his situation at this time.

Apart from admitting his defeat, he has no second way, otherwise there will be only one death left.

After all, he was the master who could even rub the great devil of Chiyou at will. If he really wanted to fall into the other party, even for the sake of their dragon clan and an ancestor, he might not end up like Chiyou.

But not everyone is willing to suffer the feeling of being pressed on the ground and rubbed!

It’s a pity that he was willing to admit defeat, but others were not prepared to let him go.

"Oh, Mr. Wu, where are you talking about this? You are Xiao Wu, how dare you?

You don’t look at your identity either.”

After hearing what Zhao Li said, although he knew that the other party was not what he said, Mr. Wu still enjoyed it very much.

Even the Dragon Zi is in trouble, he is not a mere ghost messenger who can compare with himself.

However, as soon as this idea arose, Zhao Li's next sentence continued.

"You are the food you like now. Just because of this identity, looking at our fairy god circle, who dares to call you Xiao Wu?

You are the ingredients that the ancient god likes!"

puff!

Before Zhao Li could finish his words, Mr. Wu spit out an old blood.

Are you fucking me or hurt me?

I am the identity of my dragon son, but not as noble as that person’s identity as the food?

Well, he admitted that the dragon clan ancestor is in seclusion now, and the dragon clan is in decline.

But no matter how noble it is, it is still an ingredient and will be stewed in a pot!

Thinking of this, Mr. Wu's expression changed.

"Master Zhao Zhao, what you said is true?"

"Then there is still fake?"

Zhao Li looked serious and sighed a lot.

"Young Master Wu, we two have known each other for thousands of years. We are old friends. I feel really uncomfortable when I see you being roasted soon.

Come, take a few sips, and you will be practiced by your brother. If you are drunk, you will be brave enough to avoid being afraid of walking alone on the road to the underworld!”

As he said that, Zhao Li took out a wine cloth bag from somewhere and poured it into Mr. Wu's mouth to mouth.

"Puff! Cough cough!"

Mr. Wu, who was drunk, vomited and coughed violently.

"Ahem, Zhao Li, no matter how much wine you can drink me, it's so foul!"

After coughing for a long time, Mr. Wu said a complete sentence.

"Hey, is it smelly? This was found and collected by me from someone who was eaten by you more than a thousand years ago.

Now that you are going to be eaten, I want to practice it with old friends for you, how could it smell bad?"

As he said that, Zhao Li raised the wine bag and wanted to smell it. He stopped halfway and threw it aside.

"Forget it, Mr. Wu still has such credibility. If you say it's bad, let's throw it away. It's just a pity that a pot of good wine."

Seeing Zhao Li doing this, Mr. Wu was so angry that his whole body trembled and almost jumped up to fight desperately.

But he had been slapped by Mu Feng. He felt that even if he tried his best, he might not be able to beat Zhao Li, so he finally endured it again.

"What do you want to do if you have a surname Zhao? Tell me!"

It was seen that Zhao Li did it on purpose, and Mr. Wu no longer gave in vain.

“Hey, what am I going to do?

Didn’t you say that, that person likes you and wants to treat you as an ingredient.”

Listening to Zhao Li's words, Mr. Wu's face turned gloomy in an instant.

"It's too much!"

"alright."

Just as Zhao Li was about to speak, Mu Feng's voice sounded.

"It's almost done, the impurities have been cleaned up, so let's make a fire."

As he said that, Mu Feng waved his hand and a pile of pots, pans, barbecue grills came out from the ground.

Looking at the things on the ground, Mr. Wu subconsciously wanted to escape.

But I found that at some point, my body had been imprisoned.

Mr. Wu: ""Day, are you really going to be roasted?

This thought had just arisen, and the next moment, Mr. Wu knew that he was wrong.

Been baked?

How could it be just baked?

Holding a kitchen knife, he waved a knife at Mr. Wu.

After brushing, Mr. Wu’s Taotie body was divided into eight pieces, which was truly a big one.

These eight bodies actually carry some consciousness of Mr. Wu, allowing him to feel their own situation.

"Come on! Come on, we will help, one barbecue, one steam, one braised, and one stewed.

Fry a portion of dragon meat, make a pot of boiled dragon meat slices, Susu prepares a brushing pot, don’t stand there, know if the sashimi is?

This is an authentic dragon son, let’s make a raw dragon film today!”

There was not enough manpower, Mu Feng directly used the Great Summoning Technique to open the space channel to attract a bunch of foreign players.

As he said that, Mu Feng also emphasized to Ren Yi and Kuang Tianyou and Kuang Fusheng, "I have to say that you three are really lucky.

Legend has it that zombies evolved into droughts and could fly to the sky and hide from the ground for thousands of miles.

That drought is to feed on dragons.

Now you are still far from the state of drought, and you can eat the authentic dragon son."
Chapter completed!