The former God of Cookery, the current Oscar.

The shrill laughter echoed in the dark dungeon, and the wisps of accusations were endless. Blood continued to flow down Oscar's trembling hands to the ground. After a while, maybe he was tired or couldn't bear it.

Huo Yuhao stopped waving his whip hand.

The long barbs and thorns on the whip were plunged into the Oscar's flesh one by one!

Huo Yuhao pursed his thin lips tightly, looked at half of the master in front of him and persuaded him insincerely:

"Those who achieve great things should not be bound by the gains and losses of a city and a pool. If you want to walk a path full of thorns, you will definitely sacrifice." Halfway through, Huo Yuhao did not dare to look at Oscar's eyes again.

He remembered his teacher's emotional god, and his body was not cold!

His father-in-law actually asked him to tie Rong Nianbing's widowed wives and widowed wives with ropes and take them to the high-level salon for Tang San's allies to play with!

Under the pressure of his father-in-law, Huo Yuhao really did that!

Huo Yuhao will never forget the widowed master's widow's eyes looking at him, full of despair. Huo Yuhao will never forget the scene of several master's widows being defiled by the Sea Dragon Immortal and others and hanging themselves!

When he dreamed at midnight, he was always frightened and sweated all over his body!

Even, Tang Wutong needs to hold him in his arms to fall asleep!

Huo Yuhao looked at Oscar, looking at the contemptuous gaze, and looking at the corner of his bloody but disdainful mouth. Huo Yuhao lowered his head and couldn't help clenching his fists, as if he was persuading Oscar, and as if he was comforting himself:

"In the mortal world, women are a resource when necessary."

In this way, Huo Yuhao felt less guilty.

Sorry, teacher, as long as I still love Tang Wutong for one day, I will be eaten by Tang San every day!

"The God Realm is no exception. After all, everyone has ascended from the mortal world."

Huo Yuhao said indifferently, but his heart became more and more confused and bitter.

"Bah!"

Oscar's mouthful of blood fell on Huo Yuhao's handsome cheek, but Huo Yuhao didn't wipe it.

The saliva was dry, and the hand he raised was put down several times. The undestroyed conscience kept torturing Huo Yuhao. The scenes of several wives in his eyes appeared in front of him, and they were all replaced by Tang Wutong's smiling faces!

"Why didn't Tang San use his Xiao Wu to accompany other men?"

Oscar smiled disdainfully, and when Huo Yuhao heard this, he felt like he had his spine removed. When his strength was loose, his knees were weak, he would fall to the ground: My teacher's wife was treated as a toy, and she committed suicide in humiliation, but your little Wu was.........

But Huo Yuhao clenched his fists tightly, and blood flowed from his fingers.

After all, he was not a flower in the greenhouse, but also wandered between life and death. The silkworm also taught and admonished him on weekdays. He suppressed his emotions and raised his head again and sneered at Oscar:

"It's useless to be angry with me."

"My mother-in-law just finished giving birth, and she couldn't even accompany her even if she wanted to."

When he said this, Huo Yuhao sent a message to the secret, and did not let the priest who was staying aside hear it. After a while, Huo Yuhao turned around and left without hesitation, but when he left, he sent a message to Oscar again:

"I just pretend that you didn't hear it, otherwise your life would be unsuccessful!"

"Hahahaha! Sooner or later you betray your relatives!"

Huo Yuhao's back looked a little hunched, like those greasy middle-aged people dragged down by the pressure of family and life. Oscar watched Huo Yuhao's body fading little by little, and watched the energetic boy break his back little by little!

Step by step, Oscar watched Huo Yuhao walk out of the dungeon gate.

Step by step, step by step, Huo Yuhao felt like a dog when he walked out of the door!

Oscar laughed wildly, and he smiled and bloody tears passed through his face!

The peach blossom eyes are still fascinating, but the face is beyond recognition!

The entire dungeon was filled with Oscar's shrill roar and the scolding of the dream:

"Huo Yuhao, if you are accomplicing the tiger, you will die sooner or later!"

"The ancestors of the Xingluo Empire will sooner or later be so angry that you will crawl out of the grave!"

Oscar's blue veins burst out, and suddenly the divine power in his body was burning. A stream of power filled his whole body. He broke the iron chain that bound his hands and feet with a clang, and took out a dagger from his arms under the priest's surprise gaze!

"Puchi!"

The dagger pierced into his heart without hesitation, and Oscar gasped!

Black blood kept flowing from the corners of his mouth, and blood flowed like a spring in his chest, but it was as dark as ink!

This dagger was poisoned by the poison, which was the one that Tang San gave Oscars and the others to defend themselves ten thousand years ago!

"Tang San, I'm waiting for you in hell!"

"Tang San, I'm waiting for you in the endless darkness!"

"Tang San, I'll watch you build a tall building and watch you entertain guests. I'll watch your building collapse!"

"My Rongrong!"

Oscar stretched out his hand powerlessly and tried his best to reach the slightly bright place outside the prison door. In the faint dawn, he seemed to see a charming figure smiling at him among the ten miles of peach blossoms.

That was his glory, his lifelong waiting, just.........

Oscar's hands were hanging down weakly, and some morning light had just sprinkled in the outside of the dungeon, and in a blink of an eye it was replaced by heavy rain.

This rain is not transparent, this rain is not crystal clear, but bloody red, like the crying of the sky!

"It's a young age!"

"The God of Food is dead! Go and report to the God King Tang San!"

The priest hurried to the hall where the wine was filled with wine, and found Tang San and others who were not dressed and seemed to be unsatisfied. He looked at these gods who were always tall and arrogant, hugging their women and laughing loudly, watching them touching their hands and feet.

The priest felt jealous in his heart: If so many beautiful women were mine...

"What's the matter? It's so turbulent!"

Tang San was hugging Xiao Wu and drinking a glass of wine under the cheers of everyone. At this time, it was the time to be proud. Seeing the priest in panic, stumbled over, and even accidentally knocked over the guest's glass, he couldn't help but ask angrily:

"You're not going to apologize to the distinguished guest!"

"You damn thing!"

The priest knelt down tremblingly and kowtowed to a god king. Then he moved his knees and stammered to Tang San and reported: "Report to the great god king, God of Food... God of Food, God of Food, God of Food committed suicide!"

"If you die, you will die. What's the point of making a fuss?"

Tang San's heart skipped a beat, but he waved his hand calmly and said, "It's simply unlucky!" Tang San turned his head and looked at the sea dragon Shangxian and chuckled, "Rong Rong had just died of her husband. If the immortal is taboo, it's better to go another day..."

Unexpectedly, Hailong waved his hand and kissed his wife Piaomiao's face. He said to everyone without caring: "Master Dao, I don't care about meat and vegetables, just like a wife! Especially the unknown, that's so interesting, I can't wait!"

Tang San's expression was a little embarrassed, thinking that if it weren't for the enemy, I wouldn't have compromised so much.

Tang San felt cruel in his heart and said: Rongrong, how many days are you wronged? After Hailong and Luo Jiutian both suffered losses, the third brother will definitely compensate you well. Oscar, don’t blame the third brother for being cruel. I will take good care of Rongrong for you...

"Go and spread the Nine Colored Goddess to the palace!"

"Your Majesty King, the Nine Colored Goddess is gone!"

"Bang!"
Chapter completed!