He dodged and flew to the top of the ancient tree.

"What can't be saved?"

The Blood God Son was still stunned there, his face full of confusion.

At this moment, he had no idea what he had done wrong.

Since some time ago, he learned:

"On the self-cultivation of 'sycophants'?"

"I am a 'flattery', I am proud, I am proud"

"The Path to Godhood of a 'Flattery'"

"Talk about 'sycophants', how to go from entry level to master level"

The Blood God Son found that after reading these sacred books, his strength had not improved, but his speaking ability had really become better!

Otherwise, the person Su Chen punched just now was not Fei Xi, but himself.

But why did Su Chen say that he was hopeless?

"Could it be..."

When the Blood God Son thought of this, his pupils shrank and his face turned pale.

At this moment, he thought of a very terrible thing.

Su Chen said he was hopeless!

Doesn’t that mean that you don’t have long to live?

"So...I'm going to die?"

The Blood God Son was so frightened that he collapsed and sat directly on Fei Xi's head.

"Damn it, you've crushed me!"

Suddenly, an angry shout was heard.

The Blood God Son belatedly looked around, but could not find the source of the sound.

At this moment, he felt his butt was a little slippery.

Like sitting on a head?

No, it should be sitting on an onion tree!

The Blood God Son stood up slowly and looked at Feixi who was being treated as a green onion and stuck in the soil, his face suddenly looked envious.
Chapter completed!