"What else can we do? Beat them to death..." Bu Fang said, stroking Foxy's head.
Realm Lord Di Tai and the others looked at him, speechless.
'What's wrong with Owner Bu recently? Why has he become so irritable and always want to fight at the slightest disagreement?'
Nethery also clenched her fists and said seriously, "That's right. Beat them to death!"
The realm lord fell silent.
If truth be told, he knew that this Qilin Chef Feast was a trap that the Nether Prison had set for him, one that he couldn't resist jumping in. As long as he set off for the feast, Nether Prison experts would surely attack him. In the beginning, Meng Qi and City Lord Zou also had the same worries. However, the temptation of the Qilin Chef Feast was too huge, and he couldn't say no to the Divine Chef remains. Now, as he looked at it, the Nether Prison experts must have grasped his thought, and that's why they had dug this pit for him to jump in. It was really an awful feeling.
