Lord Lao blew his beard and glared. Looking at Qin Fen's bland, pale expression, he felt as if knives were carving up his heart. You keep changing forms just to mess with me, huh? The first time, he had turned into the Queen Mother, leaving Lord Lao in an awkward position. He had nearly thought the Queen Mother had come to raise hell.
Then there was Zhen Yuanzi. Lord Lao had suffered a huge loss, and Golden Horn and Silver Horn's taunts remained fresh in his mind. His chest still ached.
And then this bastard had turned around and become Laozi? He had even gone to fool Patriarch Bodhi. Not only had he dumped a whole bucket of shit on him, he had even spoken in reverse? No one could take that. Lord Lao was a Saint, but Saints had tempers too!
He no longer thought about putting Qin Fen in his place. Rage rushed to his head, making his hair stand straight up like hedgehog spines. He usually stood on Qin Fen's side and was naturally allied with Big Chef. First, Lord Lao was no fool; he wanted benefits. Second, after calming down and thinking it through, he had found Qin Fen's ideas quite good. With the Dao Ancestor descending as well, Lord Lao had no reason to oppose him.
But the current situation was completely different from working on projects with Qin Fen. Lord Lao had failed to extort anything and instead gotten himself into a mess. How could he possibly feel good about that?
His temper flared, and he immediately demanded a one-on-one fight.
Qin Fen looked down on him. What the hell was he trying to do? Big Chef was not one to mince words, but on second thought, he still needed Lord Lao's help.
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