"Who?"
Liu Zheng asked.
There was a grunt outside the door.
It sounds a bit like Cow-Horse, but too vague.
After some inner struggle, he still opened the door.
If he would be killed if he opened the door in the lounge, then he would be dead if he died.
Fortunately, there are no monsters or monsters outside, although Cow-Horse looks quite scary.
All the skin below its head was peeled off, and grains of iron sand were embedded in its flesh and blood vessels, forming sand paintings.
There are obvious burn marks all around the iron sand.
Obviously, these iron sands were driven into Cow-Horse's body at high temperatures.
And its head was not intact.
Cow-Horse's mouth was completely nailed shut with more than twenty iron nails with hooks, and he couldn't even stick out his tongue.
"Boss, you."
Liu Zheng fell silent after half a sentence.
This was the first time he saw Cow-Horse looking so miserable.
Even if Vlad III was beaten by a group of Kitchen last time, it was at least brutal.
But this time, it seemed to be crushing destruction, even humiliation.
Cow-Horse glanced at him, said nothing, and just lay back on his Haystack.
The blood that kept oozing out turned Haystack red, and every blood vessel in Cow-Horse was trembling with pain, but it lay down as usual, and even took a nap.
"Boss, help me call Napoleon."
Liu Zheng took a deep breath and said.
Cow-Horse opened his eyes, his eyes calm.
It spit out the phone and dialed the number with difficulty using its horns.
"Have you been calling me too frequently lately?"
The voice of White-Feather Chicken sounded.
"It's me."
Liu Zheng said.
"Human, what are you going to do?"
"I want you to return the favor to me."
he said.
"What do you want? Let's say it first. If I exchange it for Vlad III, your favor will not be enough."
White-Feather Chicken said indifferently.
"Cow-Horse is seriously injured, I want something that can cure it."
Liu Zheng said.
After hearing his words, Cow-Horse's eyes fluctuated slightly.
But a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth with difficulty.
"Point the camera at him."
White-Feather Chicken ordered.
Liu Zheng did as he was told.
"It's not enough, it's just a little bit worse."
White-Feather Chicken said.
"I can make up the money."
"I don't need money. I want your eyeballs to be sashimi, at least thirty."
White-Feather Chicken's voice is cold.
"Deal."
Liu Zheng said without hesitation.
"Okay, I'll come over now."
White-Feather Chicken hung up the phone.
A minute later, the knock on the door rang again.
Liu Zheng Open the door and what comes into view is a towering chef's hat.
"Where is Cow-Horse?"
White-Feather Chicken asked.
"Inside."
Liu Zheng got out of the way.
"You have to let it speak."
White-Feather Chicken shook his head.
"Woo."
Cow-Horse makes a short sound, and you can't hear what it is saying at all.
But White-Feather Chicken seemed to have received instructions and walked into the lounge with his head held high.
"It's really embarrassing, Cow-Horse."
It saw the miserable situation of Cow-Horse and laughed.
"The last time I saw you injured like this was two years ago, but it wasn't this serious last time. How come you keep getting better as you live?"
Cow-Horse rolled his eyes and turned away from it.
"This is the order sent to Imperial View Estate."
Liu Zheng explained.
He didn't know if this was considered confidential, so he didn't go into too much detail.
"No. 1 Peacock?"
White-Feather Chicken actually said it directly.
Liu Zheng did not answer, but silence itself was the answer.
"Oh, then you really saved your life."
White-Feather Chicken said.
"Me?"
Shouldn't it be Cow-Horse who saved his life?
"Is it delivered for you?"
White-Feather Chicken said.
Liu Zheng nodded.
If Cow-Horse wants to grab the order, he can't grab it.
"The more you accept humans as your little brothers, the more you become like a human being, Cow-Horse."
White-Feather Chicken's tone was full of sarcasm.
Cow-Horse's big ears twitched and continued to ignore it.
"Haha."
White-Feather Chicken ignored it and took off his chef hat.
"Put your head over here."
It said to Liu Zheng.
"Now?"
Shouldn't Cow-Horse be treated for his injuries first?
"Don't worry, it won't die."
White-Feather Chicken said.
Liu Zheng had no choice but to squat down and put his head on the hat.
The chef's hat was empty, but he had a feeling that something might burst out of it at any time.
A cold light flashed in White-Feather Chicken's claws, and Liu Zheng's two eyes fell into darkness together.
The excruciating pain stimulated his nerves, but Liu Zheng stopped screaming in pain at the cost of grinding his teeth.
This is Delivery Department's home court, he can't be embarrassed.
"Eat it."
White-Feather Chicken stuffed something into his mouth.
Liu Zheng took one big bite and swallowed the juice.
Soon, his vision recovered.
White-Feather Chicken Without mercy, he cut out the newly grown eyeball with another knife.
This was repeated twenty times, and Liu Zheng's teeth were replaced seven times before White-Feather Chicken finally stopped the execution.
"Do you know who ordered it?"
it asked.
"Mr. Li?"
He replied in a cold sweat.
Among the people he knew, she was the only one who liked to eat eyeballs.
"That's right. After all, she is still your benefactor."
White-Feather Chicken said half-jokingly.
"Indeed."
Although Mr. Li let Liu Zheng eat Black Goat's Young's eyeballs, it was obviously uneasy and well-intentioned, but the "Flesh Rebirth" he got from it was indeed the foundation of his life.
Without this state of immortality, he would have died countless times.
"She is dining in the private room right now. Do you want me to say hello to Britannia and ask you to deliver the food to her in person?"
"Then why are you gouging out my eyes? She can just hold them and chew them."
Liu Zheng curled his lips and said.
"That's not possible. The price of a body is different."
White-Feather Chicken said seriously.
"Haha. Speaking of which, who is rich, Peacock or Mr. Li?"
He changed the subject.
"It's not easy to compare. Mr. Li should be considered a big businessman, while Peacock is a big landowner."
White-Feather Chicken thought for a while and said.
"Huh?"
Then Peacock is not the boss behind the office building, right?
"But they have one thing in common."
"What?"
"They are all hated by their bosses, and of course, they all hate their bosses."
White-Feather Chicken said.
"Aren't you afraid of being beaten by your boss if you just say it like that?"
"My boss even likes to hear that I don't know how to do this. Haven't you also enjoyed the benefits of this?"
White-Feather Chicken said meaningfully.
Liu Zheng smiled and said nothing.
White-Feather Chicken grabbed the chef's hat and came to Cow-Horse, and then put it in with a "swish".
"Fuck!"
Liu Zheng was shocked.
If this hand were to be used in reality, Liu Qian and David Copperfield would have to kneel down and call him Grandmaster.
"Awesome!"
He enthusiastically drummed his tentacles for this wonderful magic trick.
"Okay, don't be stupid, take the hat and shake it hard."
White-Feather Chicken threw his chef hat towards Liu Zheng.
"So heavy."
He subconsciously caught the hat and almost killed him.
Although it is not as heavy as the complete Cow-Horse, it should be close to a ton.
"Look at how weak you are. If you go to Kitchen, you won't even be able to chop a green onion."
White-Feather Chicken said with disgust.
Your chopped green onions are so hard, how many teeth will your guests have to break during one meal?
Well, the diners in this world do have pretty good teeth.
"Shake it hard, the faster you shake it, the wider the amplitude, the faster your boss will get better."
White-Feather Chicken said.
It said so, Liu Zheng had no choice but to use all four tentacles to shake the chef's hat desperately.
After shaking for a full quarter of an hour, there was finally movement in the hat.
A layer of foam-like film arched out, and Cow-Horse's big head could be vaguely seen inside.
"Okay, pour it out."
White-Feather Chicken said.