Damn it, this dead monkey really knows how to boss people around!
Ye Feng was speechless at the sound but, thinking of the recent scene where the beast had crushed Chai Fei's head to bits, could only force a dry laugh, slip into the snow hut, and found the chicken soup still simmering over the fire. Without needing to heat it further, he took the pot straight out.
"That smells amazing!"
The White Ape Immortal slid over to the pot, greedily inhaled a whiff of the chicken soup's aroma, and swallowed his saliva.
Before Ye Feng could say anything to stop him, it reached into the pot. Though it hissed in pain from the scalding, it still managed to fish out a piece of chicken and threw it into its mouth, chewing vigorously.
"Ptui, ptui, ptui... why is this meat so tough to chew, like wood chips... Kid, are you trying to fool Monkey Lord?"
