Compared to those vulgar words, "bitch" is relatively conservative.
Feng Huayan stood up straight, his lips moved, and he said irritably: "I won't say these two words anymore."
Immediately, he complained dissatisfiedly: "Why did you hit me so hard just now? Did you want to beat my brains out?"
“I can’t capture this level of power.”
"Humph, the gods are amazing!"
Shen Yan glanced at him and asked, "Don't you want to be it?"
Feng Huayan choked and stammered, "...I want to."
God is amazing!
He just wants to be a god!
…
night.
The stars filled the entire sky, which looked extremely beautiful.
The temple, dotted with starlight, now took on a touch of gentleness and mystery. The white stone pillars of the temple, interwoven with moonlight and starlight, were coated in a layer of silver frost, as if imbued with a holy glow.
In the courtyard of the Eighth Temple.
Two banquet tables were set up.
The exotic flowers and plants in the four corners of the courtyard sway gently in the breeze.
The stone tables and chairs are simple and heavy, and they are filled with delicious food. The steaming dishes emit an alluring aroma, which makes people's taste buds eager.
“The last dish is here!”
The red-haired boy came quickly with two plates of steaming braised pork trotters. He quickly placed them on the stone table, then clapped his hands and looked at the two tables of masterpieces with satisfaction.
More than a dozen people had already gathered in the courtyard.
"It smells so good!!!" Long Qianya's eyes lit up. She quickly came over and swallowed silently.
At this time, Pei Su looked at the silver-haired man and asked curiously, "Brother Yao, which dish did you make?"
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