C3189 He Started the Frying Pan and Prepared the Oil.

"You want to kill me?"

Shen Feng suddenly squinted his eyes, a hint of coldness in his eyes.

Then, he said unhurriedly, "Your spirit beast's taste should be pretty good, right? I wonder what it would taste like if I roasted you."

As he spoke, Shen Feng's Adam's apple moved up and down slightly, and he silently swallowed his saliva.

Looking at his eyes