Su Qing gripped the tiger-headed man with one claw, her expression extremely ferocious.
Since his transmigration, this is the first time anyone has caused him such a great loss. The anger in Su Qing's heart is unimaginable.
"Tell me, how do you want to die?"
After Su Qing finished speaking, before the tiger-headed man could struggle, speak, or beg for mercy, he shook his head and said, "Forget it, no need for all that trouble!"
"Li Ming, the oil pan!"
With just those four simple words, Li Ming immediately understood what they meant and sent his men to fetch the oil pot and firewood.
Soon, the firewood was lit, and the oil pot was set up.
There are two large pots, enough to cook for more than a dozen people at the same time.
The dragon lord was very satisfied with Li Ming's quick movements. He was indeed a capable subordinate of his, knowing exactly what pose to strike as soon as he was patted on the back.
Su Qing forcibly tore the tiger-headed man's upper and lower body apart and threw them into two oil cauldrons.
The tiger-headed man roared in agony, his face contorted in a grotesque grimace, his eyes filled with resentment and rage: "You deserve..."
Glug glug!
Before the tiger-headed man could utter a curse, Su Qing grabbed a wooden stick and shoved the tiger-headed man's head into the hot oil.
On the other side, Hong Huohuo was also doing it quite well, poking around with a wooden stick and occasionally flipping it over to prevent it from burning too much.
Soon, the fragrance spread.
Of course, Su Qing would never eat this. Firstly, he wasn't hungry, and secondly, it looked disgusting.
It threw the trash away, then stomped its hind paws on the ground and growled, "Looking for friends... Goodbye!"
After finishing the song, Su Qing endured a series of strange stares.
There's nothing we can do about it; he doesn't know many songs.
Moreover, the requirement was for a complete song, which he knew even less of.
But how dare you look at your great lord like that...
Su Qing narrowed her eyes: "After we go back, everyone must memorize this song and then perform it in front of everyone. The one who performs the worst will have a month's worth of resources deducted."
After speaking, he ignored the green-faced guys around him and looked around, his black aura spreading outwards.
One by one, figures rose from the ground, their bodies gradually solidifying from their illusory forms.
Su Qing reached out and grabbed one of them: "I have something to ask you, so tell me the truth!"
The tiger-headed man, who had just been deep-fried to death, looked bewildered: "You went to hell too?"
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