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
