"Ah chirp~" As soon as Feng Teng finished speaking, Fusang sneezed in his face in disgrace.
Feng Teng was stunned for a moment, then the hand that was holding Fusang's hair moved to her collar,
"Damn it, how dare you spit on my face!"
"Hey, hey~" His feet were in the air again, Fusang swayed his legs, and waved his two small hands toward Feng Teng,
"Who told you to pour water on my face and make me catch a cold? Besides, sneezing is common and I didn't mean it."
Fusang was very angry, and every time it was a trivial matter, this awkward guy would get angry at him.
"If it hadn't been for me, you would have been swallowed by that pearly clam essence, and 80% of it would have been turned into excrement by now." Feng Teng looked at Fusang's funny look of baring his teeth and grinning, and his mood somehow improved.
"Pearl clam essence?" Fusang stopped all movements and looked at Feng Teng blankly,
"That's the beautiful fairy sister."
"How can you be so big like God? There are so many gods. And let me tell you, the gods are not good~" Recalling that year, the gods brought their heavenly soldiers and generals to besiege him. If they hadn't played dirty tricks, he would have been the mighty Dragon King.
He will not be defeated, nor will he be sealed in a stinky ditch by those shameless immortals.
"Don't slander the gods. Oh~ I understand. You are just a little sheep monster. You can't see how good other gods are. Hum~ If you have the ability, just practice hard and become an immortal." Fusang started to use his hands and feet again.
I wish I could punch this guy in the face, but it won't hurt me anyway.
"Shut up! Those old men in the sky are all idiots. If they can't beat me, they'll resort to dirty tricks. They're all bastards." After hearing Fusang's words, his mood that had improved suddenly plummeted, and his face became increasingly livid.
His black hair was blown wildly by the wind from nowhere, and a ball of energy suddenly gathered in his empty hand, getting bigger and brighter, looking like it would explode at any time.
Fusang was so shocked that he couldn't say a word. Feng Teng was angry, no, he was already angry, and he was furious. When he caught a glimpse of the sword in his hand from the corner of his eye, he was so frightened that his legs became weak and he stammered.
road:
"Don't be angry, don't be angry, yes, yes, those gods are not good, very bad, all bad!"
Fusang spoke without conscience, just wanting to calm down the raging anger, but in her heart she quickly clarified to the gods in the sky, great gods, I, Hai Fusang, said this for the sake of my own little life. There are a lot of you, sir.
But don't take it personally, don't hold grudges~
"You tell me, their behavior is so virtuous that they can become immortals. They should all be pulled out as slaves, and all the men should be castrated!" The energy ball in Feng Teng's hand began to weaken slowly, and the invisible oppression around him began.
The feeling began to subside, but his face was still embarrassed, and his dark eyes were almost sparkling.
"Oh, yes, they are all gods, but they are not worthy." Fusang suddenly realized that he really had the potential to be a bitch, and he was so flattering.
"Bang~" Fusang finally landed on his butt. Although it hurt, he felt safe~
"Damn it!" A grumpy voice suddenly sounded, and Feng Teng, who was so angry, forgot about the blood contract with Fusang for a moment, and rubbed his butt in a very shameless manner.
Run for your life, run for your life~ While Feng Teng was struggling with his butt, Fusang's legs became weak and he could only crawl out of the room in the most inappropriate posture, doggy style.