A voice rang out, but it couldn't stop the slap from landing. Dai Mubai was knocked flat to the ground.
"You!"
Flender, Zhao Wuji, Yu Xiaogang, and Liu Erlong hurried over.
They immediately checked on their companions' injuries.
Yu Xiaogang in particular nearly burst into tears. He clutched his beloved disciple, heartbroken. "My beloved disciple, my Xiao San! Who did this to you?"
When Ma Hongjun saw his teacher, he burst into tears. "Teacher, that bastard beat me up like this! I make my living with my face—how am I supposed to get a wife now?"
Flender was beside himself with worry. He shouted to Oscar, "Little Ao, hurry and take out your sausages!"
When they heard they were Oscar's sausages, they refused, even if they were beaten to death.
After all, they weren't who they had been back then. If they were still their old selves, they definitely would have been willing to eat them.
Ever since they became gods—or rather, after they defeated Spirit Hall—they hadn't eaten Oscar's sausages again.
Yu Dash didn't care. His beloved disciple, Tang San, was badly hurt, so he snatched the sausage from Oscar's hand and shoved it into Tang San's mouth.
"Xiao San, eat this. You'll be fine once you do."
Xiao Wu couldn't bear to watch. "Third Brother, you'd better eat it. Your injuries are the worst."
"Mmph, mmph, mmph..."
Tang San tried to push Oscar's Big Sausage out with his tongue, while Yu Dash kept forcing it into his mouth. "Xiao San, you're injured. How can you refuse to eat? It'll break your teacher's heart if you don't. Oscar's sausages are excellent for recovery. Don't refuse—be good!"
"Mmph, mmph, mmph, mmph..."
Liu Erlong didn't immediately fly into a temper. "Don't you think you've gone a bit too far?"
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