The white-haired old man looked at Wu Feng in a daze for a while, looked at it, and suddenly laughed out loud, laughing forward and backwards, and after laughing, he said to Wu Feng: "I didn't expect that your kid is still a person who values love and righteousness, but now you are telling the old man that this matter is a little unreasonable, right?" You can't even save your own life, and you still want to save that beast's life? ”

Speaking of this, he paused again, and then said: "Besides, that little beast is in the hands of the old man, and the old man can do whatever he wants. Don't daydream! ”

Listening to the tone of the white-haired old man, as if the yellow-haired monkey had not died, Wu Feng finally felt a little more down-to-earth, he stared at the white-haired old man, his eyes flashed with a cold light, with incomparable hatred, and said word by word: "Old monster, I advise you to let the yellow-haired monkey go, otherwise, I, Wu Feng, will not let you go even if I am a ghost!" ”

"No wind?" The white-haired old man silently recited Wu Feng's name, and said with a smile: "It turns out that your kid's name is Wufeng, what a strange name, so why don't you call it Wuyu?" Or it can be called no thunder or electricity...... Hey hey ......"

At this time, Wu Feng was completely speechless, this white-haired strange man simply didn't eat hard and soft, didn't eat oil and salt, and there was no way to take him at all, so he simply didn't pay attention to him anymore, so he had to close his eyes and wait for death. /top/ Fiction Rankings

The white-haired old man saw that Wu Feng was no longer talking, but his hands were not idle, he continued to hold the skull, and kept smearing those disgusting soups on Wu Feng's body.

After working for a while, the white-haired old man nodded with satisfaction and said, "Now it's all done, you can put it on the fire to roast in a while, and the old man drools when he thinks about it." ”

Wu Feng opened his eyes again and glanced at himself twice, only to see that the whole body had been coated with that disgusting soup by the white-haired old man, and under the light of the fire, a layer of greasy light was reflected, and it really looked like the kind of pig that was about to be roasted.

Wu Feng sighed, and two lines of tears flowed out of his eyes unconsciously, not because he was afraid, but because he felt that he had died in such an unknown way, and his death was too worthless, it could be said that he was aggrieved. Moreover, the master raised himself for six or seven years, and he didn't have time to repay his old man, and he didn't even see him for the last time, so he left this world inexplicably, feeling aggrieved and sad, and then he even cried out.

The white-haired old man saw that Wu Feng was crying loudly, and thought that he was scared, and after sneering twice, he walked in front of Wu Feng and laughed: "Young man, what's wrong with you?" Are you scared? If you politely say a few words begging for mercy, the old man may be able to make your death a little more comfortable, you can kill you first and then roast and eat, if you say something, the old man feels pleasing to the ear, and he feels comfortable listening to it, maybe he will let you go when he is happy......"

Wu Feng stopped crying, raised his head and glanced at the white-haired old man, opened his mouth and spat on it, thinking that he would smack him in the face, but how did he know that the white-haired old man was fast, like a ghost, just a slight flash, and avoided Wu Feng's spit.