I take the unicorn to the world

Chapter 209: Like a Ghost
The white-haired old man stared blankly at Wu Feng for a while, looked at him, and suddenly burst out laughing, leaning forward and back together, and after laughing, he said to Wu Feng: "I didn't expect you to be a person who values ​​love and righteousness." , but it’s unreasonable for you to tell the old man about this matter now? 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 continued: "Besides, the little beast is in the hands of the old man, and the old man can deal with it as he wants. Do you think that if you say a few soft words, the old man will listen to you? Stop daydreaming!"

Hearing the tone of the white-haired old man, it seemed that the yellow-haired monkey hadn't died yet. Wu Feng finally felt more at ease. With hatred, he said word by word: "Old monster, I advise you to let that yellow-haired monkey go, otherwise, I, Wu Feng, would not let you go even if I were a ghost!"

"Wufeng?" The white-haired old man silently read Wu Feng's name, and said with a smile: "It turns out that your name is Wufeng, which is a strange name, so why don't you call it Wuyu? Or you can call it Wulei Wudian ……hey-hey……"

Now Wu Feng was completely speechless, this white-haired weirdo simply refused to eat soft and hard, and refused to eat oil and salt, there was nothing he could do about him, and he simply ignored him, so he had to close his eyes and wait to die.

The white-haired old man saw that Wu Feng stopped 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 in satisfaction and said, "It's all done now, and it can be roasted on the fire in a while. Just thinking about it makes my mouth water."

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

Wu Feng sighed, two lines of clear tears flowed out of his eyes unknowingly, not because of fear, but because he felt that he died for no reason like this, the death was too worthless, it can be said to be aggrieved.Moreover, the master raised me for six or seven years, and I hadn't had time to repay his old man, and I didn't even see him for the last time, so I left this world inexplicably, feeling aggrieved and sad, and then even cried out sounded.

Seeing that Wu Feng burst into tears, the white-haired old man thought he was scared out of his wits, and after sneering twice, he walked up to Wu Feng again and said with a smile, "Young man, what's wrong with you? Are you afraid? If you politely say a few words of begging for mercy, the old man may make your death a little more comfortable. You can kill you first and then roast and eat it. I feel at ease, maybe I will let you go if I am happy..."

Wu Feng stopped crying, raised his head and glanced at the white-haired old man, opened his mouth and spit out, thinking he would spit in his face, but who knew that the white-haired old man was fast, like a ghost, but only slightly With a dodge, he avoided Wu Feng's spit.

(End of this chapter)