A flying messenger bird flew out of the simple Guardian Mansion while Chicken Feather Gall's face remained deathly pale, his eyes darting, avoiding contact with the fierce gaze opposite him.
Liu Zongyuan not only wanted to eat him, he even had the mind to skin him alive.
Bastard, let this Daoist spit on you!
"Just wait until I can move, you'll see."
Liu Zongyuan gritted his teeth.
Chicken Feather Gall felt aggrieved and said, "Senior, you were the one who rushed to eat the first White Lotus, you proposed the deal, and from beginning to end I never…"
At this point, he didn't dare to continue, because Liu Zongyuan's eyes were almost bulging out.
Not only did Liu Zongyuan propose it, he even pushed for it.
And he was the one who kept praising the taste of the White Lotus.
Of course, Chicken Feather Gall didn't dare to mention these things again, each would be like stabbing a knife to the heart.
