Building Reaches Level Eight, Lingyan Pavilion Opens

Fierce beasts were not particular about food and usually ate raw meat directly.

So the dishes Liu Wanshi made instantly dealt the Purple Lin Demon King a fatal blow, leaving him sitting there for a long while without recovering his senses.

At that moment.

His soul had already flown away, chasing his vanished youth beneath the setting sun.

"Done."

A smile appeared on Jun Changxiao's face.

He remained very confident in the food Liu Wanshi cooked.

As long as the other party could taste how good it was, if once was not enough, then he would do it several more times and see how long it could stay tough!

"Smack, smack!"

The Purple Lin Demon King's soul had run itself tired, and then he began wolfing down the food.

He truly was too weak and too hungry. In merely a moment, he had eaten an entire table of delicacies clean.

"Gulp!"

After drinking more than half a jar of wine, the Purple Lin Demon King said with lingering satisfaction, "Is there any more?"

"Yes. Tomorrow."

Jun Changxiao snapped his fingers and said, "Xiao Mo, drag him out to receive Cannon Execution punishment."

"..." The Purple Lin Demon King.

Damn it, he had just eaten his fill and had not even caught his breath before the torture began. Wasn't that way too fast?!

Boom!

The sound of cannon fire came from the back mountain.

Before long, the Purple Lin Demon King, covered in wounds, was dragged back into his cell.

Jun Changxiao knew this fellow must have been formidable at his peak, so during the persuasion stage, he had to keep bombarding him, preventing him from recovering and keeping him in a weak, powerless state.

Xiao Ziji had never expected that he would not only find a living target, but that