Chapter 857 Let’s Eat Something Good
Chapter 857 Let’s Eat Something Good
No...was this your attitude towards him just now?
As the third-generation director's sudden betrayal was unexpected, the doe was caught off guard and was hit by the huge iron pot thrown at her.
Looking at the square-headed old man who just called him a little beast but now calls his beloved disciple a treasure, the doe with a big black pot hanging on its antlers could not help but get angry instantly, staring and shouting:
"Iron Badger! You..."
"Who is the Iron Badger? There are only iron pots, iron basins and iron spoons here, but there is no such thing as an Iron Badger!"
"???"
Are you cutting so fast?
Seeing the third-generation director who turned his back on the badger and withdrew from the King-Slaying Society, the doe was so angry that it trembled and roared at the top of its lungs:
"That's not what you just said! You just called him a little bastard! I heard it all!"
"Then you must have heard it wrong."
"I don't!"
"That's a misunderstanding, or both a misunderstanding and a misunderstanding."
Faced with the huge temptation of thirty-nine true gods plus one pillar god, as well as other rare materials that may be related, reputation, school, disgrace, and eternal infamy... these worthless things disappeared completely from the minds of the three-generation old man in an instant.
"You must have heard me wrong. I didn't say beast, I said birth."
Under the doe's angry gaze, the third-generation director raised his square head and shamelessly reinterpreted:
"The meaning of birth is that I treat that child as if he were my own, just like my own child! He brought me so many good things this time, and he must have sensed my earnest expectations for him.
Oh, ha ha ha, when I first met that kid Leon, I felt that I had a special affinity with him. Later, when he quickly learned my mind school and used my pot to forge unusual objects, I knew right away that he must be the successor I've been waiting for!"
What the hell are you spreading!!! How can I not know what you are up to? When you mentioned "good stuff" just now, the corners of your damn mouth were already grinning to your ears!!!
The doe was furious at the shockingly low moral standards of the third generation old man, but she really had no way to deal with this old piece of meat. With her teeth almost broken, she could only try to speak harshly:
"Iron Badger! Don't forget that you are also a member of our King Killing Society! You even leaked information about the Cleanup Bureau to us in the past! You are no longer..."
"Haha, what I revealed to you are all old news from the past. Those outdated intelligences are at least 1,800 years ago. Even if I tell you, what's the harm? It can't be considered that I betrayed the Cleanup Bureau."
"But you're not afraid of us..."
"What am I afraid of?"
The third generation director laughed and said:
"Am I afraid that you will report me to the Cleanup Bureau? Or am I afraid that you will deliberately leak my information?
Silly roe deer, don't forget that I signed your legal documents and became a non-staff member of the King Slayer Society. Although I can't reveal your plan to the Cleanup Bureau, if you want to reveal my information...
Hehe, then I can only say I wish you good luck~"
"..."
"That's enough! Get out! Get out now!"
After looking back in his coffin and taking out a bone broom covered with spider webs, the third-generation old man pointed the broom at the flesh-bearing doe and said impatiently, "I'm going to kill you."
"Don't kick your hooves around. You've broken my bricks. What if my apprentice gets here and trips over them? It's rare for that kid to come back. I have to clean up the mess. Don't keep me here while I'm cleaning! Get out of here! Do you hear me?"
"..."
Ah ah ah ah ah! ! !
……
"How about it?"
Seeing the elk phantom appearing next to the skeleton table, a True God wearing an iguana mask quickly stood up and asked expectantly:
"What did the Iron Badger say? Did he agree to cooperate with us in ambush the God of Cookery?"
"..."
Seeing the expectation in the iguana's eyes, the doe wearing the elk mask couldn't help but twitch his lips, and his expression suddenly became particularly tense. And he cooperated with us to ambush the God of Food? When I was chased away, the old dog was already cleaning up with a broom, ready to sweep the bed for his beloved animal!
Looking at the elk's appearance...it's obvious that it didn't work!
After getting the answer from the silence of the doe, all the members of the King-Slaying Society could not help but look at each other. The atmosphere, which had become somewhat heated because of the appearance of the doe, immediately cooled down.
"I've already said it before, he definitely won't agree!"
A woman wearing a seagull mask hammered the skeleton table and said angrily:
"Although Iron Badger has joined us in name, in reality he has not even exchanged interests with us! If it really comes to a big deal, he will definitely side with the Cleanup Bureau!"
"But this is at least a chance, right? If we don't set up an ambush in the Death Realm, are we going to continue to force our way into the Watchtower Palace?"
"It's better to break into the Watchtower Palace by force than this! What if Iron Badger is willing to be killed by the Law Book and tell the Cleanup Bureau about the situation?"
"How is that possible? Not to mention that he is so afraid of death, with the binding force of the law book, he would be…"
"Okay, stop arguing!"
After interrupting the quarrel among the members of the King-Slaying Society, the White Snake, who was sitting in the first seat on the left side of the long table, rubbed his brows and said weakly:
"Since Tie... Since the third director of the Cleanup Bureau didn't agree, without his cover, it will be difficult for us to kill the God of Food under the protection of more than one director. Let's scrap this attack plan!"
"White Snake, are you really not going to try again?"
Upon hearing this, the doe could not help but speak:
"Including me, four of the Lords of the Dead Realm have clearly sided with us, and the remaining seven have ambiguous attitudes and are willing to join forces with us. If we can bring them all over..."
"Don't even think about it. I can't pull it over."
Baishe lowered his head and said nothing. The newly promoted vice president who took his place in the main seat put his hands in his sleeves, leaned back in his chair and answered slowly:
"Originally we were in an advantageous position and were about to break into the Watchtower Palace. Of course the Death Realm wouldn't mind taking a piece of the action. But now more than twenty of us have been killed in one go, so the Death Realm will definitely start to wait and see again.
So don't think about making trouble. Instead of being killed like a dog, it's better to stay with me and wait for the God of Cookery to die of old age. It's only a hundred years anyway, we can afford to wait... White Snake? What do you think?"
"I……"
Looking at the slightly smug look in the eyes of the thrush, the white snake, who had escaped from the kingdom of the witches thanks to Ang Zai's avoidance, could not help but close his eyes, then turned his head and said helplessly:
"I agree to wait. Although we don't have to wait until the God of Food dies of old age, we can wait until the president and other vice presidents return from the old land."
"No! I can't wait!"
The doe heard this and said anxiously:
"I contacted the other Lords of the Dead and finally solved the problem of the Kingdom of Seio. Now the Cleanup Bureau must be targeting me!"
"Then just run."
"I can run, but can my White Bone Palace and the Black Forest of Corpses run?"
Faced with the thrush's suggestion, which was purely a no-brainer, the flesh-receiving doe could not help but shout angrily:
"We, the Lords of the Dead Realm, are all bound to the Dead Realm! If I really run away, then I will lose my position!"
"But between having no position and having no life, you have to choose one... well... or you don't have to choose at all."
"Thrush? You...what do you mean by that?"
"I mean……"
After activating his own [Disaster Avoidance] power and feeling the "smell" of the doe, which was several times stronger than the original Wuyouzhishu, the thrush couldn't help but stretch out his arm with sympathy, patted the doe on the back, and gave his advice with pity in his eyes.
"Honestly, compared to what you might have to face in the future, I suggest you just go and surrender to the Cleanup Bureau."
(End of this chapter)