Roasted a Little Too Long

"Of course it was necessary." Li Zhōujūn said seriously, "I made that myself, and it was almost done roasting, but you made it fly away. If you don't give me a satisfactory explanation today, this matter won't be over."

"If you want to help this Chu Gecqing, just say so. Why use roast chicken as an excuse to humiliate me? I'm a dignified Seventh-Rank Dao Master, yet you're actually comparing me to a roast chicken?" Chu Shengduan's chest heaved as he ground his teeth.

Nearby, Chu Gecqing's expression froze slightly when she heard Chu Shengduan's words.

Could it be that Li Zhōujūn really was only using roast chicken as an excuse to help me?

After hearing Chu Shengduan's words, Li Zhōujūn said helplessly, "Why are you making it so complicated? I don't care what you want to do, but you have to roast a chicken and give it back to me."

Chu Gecqing: "..."

Chu Shengduan sneered.

"What? Old man, do you still want to keep pounding my back?" Seeing that Chu Shengduan looked as if he was about to attack again, Li Zhōujūn asked with a beaming smile.

"Pfft!"

At last, Chu Shengduan couldn't hold back and spat out a mouthful of old blood. His several avatars also dispersed at that moment.

"Don't try to frame me, old man!" When Li Zhōujūn saw Chu Shengduan spit out a blood sword, he couldn't help looking startled. But soon, he coughed and continued, "You still have to give me back my roast chicken."

At this moment, Chu Gecqing admired Li Zhōujūn from the bottom of her heart even more. This guy really is a master at mocking people!

"Pfft!"

Chu Shengduan spat out another mouthful of old blood. It was no exaggeration to say that he felt the words "roast chicken"