Chapter 2432
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Feng Ye was fiddling with the fire. The leader of the Devil Cultivators did not order for them to capture him, so the other Devil Cultivators did not make a move either. He was just a child, and no one put him in their eyes.
Feng Ye sat by the fire, stirring the flames with a poker in his hand. As he stirred, the fire became more and more intense. However, they were roasting the game at this time, so they did not put people on the fire to roast.
"You guys wait first. When this game is cooked, it will be your turn." A Devil Cultivator said sinisterly as he stabbed the roasting game on the fire with a knife. Blood flowed into the fire, making a hissing sound.
The mercenaries who were tied up and piled together suddenly had a change in expression, because they felt a pair of small hands quietly moving among them …
As time passed, the game was quickly cooked, and the rich fragrance of meat filled the air. Feng Ye could not help but swallow his saliva as he watched anxiously.
"Uncle, I want to eat meat too." Feng Ye came to the side of the leader of the Devil Cultivators. Seeing him eating meat and drinking wine, he could not help but ask: "Uncle, what does the wine taste like?"
"You want to drink?" The Devil Cultivator glanced at him with a smile that was not a smile: "Little brat, you want to drink too?"
"Daddy didn't let me drink at home, so I don't even know what wine tastes like." With a face full of greed, he pulled on the Devil Cultivator's sleeve and shook it, like a child acting coquettishly to a relative: "Uncle, uncle, just let me have a sip! I'll just take a small sip. "
Perhaps it was because no one had ever dared to get close to him like this. Looking at this little brat's exquisite and cute appearance, and then hearing his tender and soft words, the Devil Cultivator handed over the wine bag containing the wine.
Feng Ye's eyes lit up, and he happily hugged the wine bag and drank a few mouthfuls, but just a few mouthfuls caused his face to turn red, and he kept coughing: "Cough cough cough, so spicy, so spicy!"
He opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, one hand fanning his mouth. That appearance made the surrounding Devil Cultivators laugh.
"Hahahahaha!" Just look at him. "
The Devil Cultivator in the lead also laughed a few times before continuing to drink his wine. After the time it took for an incense stick to burn, a bloodthirsty aura flashed across his eyes as he ordered loudly, "Men! Roast them one by one! "
"Yes!" The Devil Cultivators responded excitedly. Just as they were about to step forward, they saw the little ghost who had drunk a few mouthfuls of wine suddenly stand up shakily and start mumbling nonsense.
"Two heads? Uncle? Why do you have another head? Uncle, you … "As Feng Ye spoke, his body swayed, and his entire body fell into the devil cultivator's embrace.
The Demonic Cultivator's gaze deepened. Just as he was about to push her away, a cold light shot out and pierced towards his chest.
"Yes!"
Because he was caught off guard, even when he saw the cold light refract, he was unable to dodge in time and was stabbed. When he waved his hand to strangle the little ghost to death, he saw that the little ghost had already retreated several meters away.
Even he couldn't help but be taken aback by that speed.
"Kill them!"
The Devil Cultivator in the lead ordered. He wanted to kill the mercenaries and the two little ghosts together, but who knew that at this moment, when he shouted with a voice that contained spiritual aura, he realized that something was wrong.
"You drugged them!"
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