"Chaos?" Zuo Changlu chuckled. "Great Shaman Golden Scale, last time at the Mountain of Flames..."
"A truly talented man and beautiful woman, a match made in heaven." Great Shaman Golden Scale's face darkened. "We offer nothing but congratulations. We're deeply envious."
Great Shaman Bingming sat with his legs crossed. With no one keeping him in check now, he immediately perked up and said out of the corner of his mouth, "Haha, I thought someone might manage a little mockery, but he folded so quickly... just like the boss... did someone catch you by the pigtail too? Look at that cowardly display-even the pose is exactly like the boss's..."
Liehuo slammed his head onto the table.
Could you please stop dragging the boss into it every time you mock someone?
You might want to die, but we haven't lived long enough yet!
Chapter 441: Established custom
Flood Great Shaman snorted. He seemed not to move at all, yet everyone distinctly heard the dense crackle of slaps ringing out like a torrential downpour.
In an instant, Great Shaman Bingming's cold, handsome face turned into a red, swollen, rotten persimmon.
Then someone's mouth opened involuntarily, and a block of ice the size of two fists was brutally stuffed into it. A rope followed almost simultaneously, binding it firmly in place and even securing it with a dead knot.
Flood Great Shaman said flatly, "Anyone who unties him today will get the same treatment."
The nine Great Shamans fell silent as cicadas in winter, shaking their heads instinctively.
Daoist Lei coughed. "Brother Hong, surely there's no need for this?"
Zuo Changlu also tried to persuade him. "Brother Hong, we're all brothers here. Why go this far? Why go this far?"
"Shut up! Of course you don't care, but as far as I'm concerned, it's