"God—"
The High Priest saw Tuntun open her eyes and immediately let out a mournful cry. His body instinctively bowed and knelt to the ground, but his face already wore a helpless expression.
Because he knew that compared to Chu Liang, his place in the god's heart was like comparing the glow of a dung beetle to the sun—everyone knew dung beetles did not glow.
Sure enough, Tuntun recognized the golden fried chicken drumstick at a glance. Then she saw Chu Liang and broke into a delighted smile. "Eh?"
Although her intelligence had grown greatly compared to before, her language system seemed not to have progressed much. Presumably, no one among the Demon Race dared chat with her too much.
Chu Liang had long expected that the Demon Kings definitely had not told Tuntun about his arrival, but he did not mention it to her either. He merely smiled slightly and asked, "Are you hungry?"
"Mm!" Tuntun nodded forcefully.
At some point, the golden fried chicken drumstick in Chu Liang's hand had already transferred into hers.
"Hehe." Chu Liang chuckled and walked toward the divine platform.
"How presumptuous!" The High Priest raised his head and shouted, "How can mortal feet tread upon the divine platform?"
"Tuntun, can I step on this platform?" Chu Liang turned and asked directly.
"Step!" Tuntun nodded again.
Chu Liang climbed onto the divine platform and sat down directly upon the throne.
The High Priest's eyes nearly split wide open as he shouted, "Insolence! How can the throne of god bear a petty wretch?"
"Tuntun, can I sit in this chair?" Without even looking at him, Chu Liang asked again.
"Sit!" Tuntun nodded once more.
"God..." The High Priest was nearly in tears. Chu Liang was so brazenly offending the god's majesty that he wished he