Chapter 210: Like a Ghost

The white-haired old man looked at Wu Feng for a while in a daze, and as he looked, he suddenly let out a loud laugh, and laughed his head off, and only after he laughed did he say to Wu Feng:I didn't think that you kid is still a person who values love and righteousness, but it's not too reasonable for you to talk to the old man about this now, is it? You can't even save your own life, and you still want to save that beast's life?"

Said here, he paused for a moment, then said:Moreover, that little beast in the hands of the old man, the old man wants to dispose of how to dispose of, you kid think that say a couple of soft words, the old man will listen to you? Don't daydream!"

Listening to the white-haired old man's tone, as if the yellow-furred monkey had not died, Wu Feng's heart was finally a bit more solid, 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 go of that yellow-furred monkey, if not, I, Wu Feng, even if I were a ghost would not let you go! !"

"Wu Feng?" The white-haired old man recited Wu Feng's name silently and said with a smile, "So your kid's name is Windless, what a strange name, then why don't you call yourself Rainless? Or maybe it's okay to be called Thunderless and Lightningless …… hehehe ……"

This time Wu Feng is completely speechless, this white-haired weirdo is simply hard and soft, oil and salt, simply take him no way, simply also no longer pay attention to him, had to close his eyes and wait for death.

The white-haired old man saw Wu Feng no longer speak, but his hands are not idle, continue to take the skull, non-stop to Wu Feng body painted those disgusting soup.

After working for a while, that white-haired old man nodded his head with satisfaction and said, "This is all done, in a while you can put it on the fire and bake it, just thinking about it makes old man drool."

Wu Feng opened his eyes again and looked towards his body, only to see that his whole body had been coated with that disgusting soup by that white-haired old man, and under the irradiation of the firelight, it reflected a layer of greasy light, and it looked somewhat like that kind of pig that was about to be roasted on the shelves.

Wu Feng sighed, his eyes unconsciously shed two lines of tears, not because of fear, but because he felt that he had died in such an unexplained manner, his death was too unworthy, and he could simply be said to be aggrieved. Furthermore, the master will raise their own six or seven years, they have not had the time to repay his old man, not even to see his last side, so inexplicably left this world, the heart is both aggrieved and sad, and later even cried out.

That white-haired old man saw Wu Feng even cried out loud, thought he was scared out of his wits, after hehehe sneered twice, walked to Wu Feng's face again and laughed playfully, "Young man, what's wrong with you? Are you scared? If you are polite and say a few words to beg for forgiveness, I may still let you die a little more comfortably, and can kill you first before roasting you for dinner, if you say something that I find pleasing to the ear and comfortable to listen to, I may be happy to let you go. ……"

Wu Feng stopped crying, raised his head to look at the white-haired old man, opened his mouth and spat a mouthful of spit, thought it would spit in his face, which know that the white-haired old man's body shape is fast, like a ghost, just a slight flash of the body, they avoided this mouthful of spit of Wu Feng.