"Cut it, it's all burnt."
"It's better than nothing, it's a little crunchy, it's better than nothing, it's better."
Daoist priest du, who was in a daze, heard this conversation in his half-awake state.
Anger rose from his heart, and his courage grew. He did a backflip and fell heavily to the ground.
But it didn't matter. Even if he died and was nailed in the coffin, he would still shout with his rotten vocal cords in the tomb, "
"Don't cut my little Dudu!"
"Ha?"
In the yard, the Fox girl and Wang longqi were roasting something around a fire. They turned around when they heard the shout from the hall.
"Daoist priest du, you're awake."
"What were you shouting just now?"
Wang longqi walked over and helped du Lanke up.
Daoist priest du struggled to stand up. He felt that his lower body was still numb. He asked worriedly, " "What do you want to cut?"
"Oh, chicken wings,"
