The White Feather King gritted his silver teeth, unwilling to be outdone.

She is a pure blood of the White Peng tribe and has even awakened a trace of the blood of the Golden Feather Dapeng. Therefore, she has been secretly protected by the White Peng tribe within the tribe and enjoys the cultivation provided by the tribe.

Because of this, she has less contact with the outside world and has always lived in her own small circle. She is arrogant, stupid and arrogant, which is normal.

Han Chen was too lazy to argue with the White Feather King and lowered his eyes to look at the little demon who came to report:

"There will be a banquet in the Chijin Cave, and I will personally receive these mountain-worshiping demons!"

"Yes!"

The little demon didn't hesitate and turned around to make arrangements.

"Don't go, I haven't said anything yet!"

King Baiyu ordered angrily.

The little demon stopped in place awkwardly.

Han Chen glanced at the little demon expressionlessly.

The hair on the little demon's body stood up like electricity, and he immediately turned around and left without daring to delay any longer.

"Okay, you think you are pretty good..."

King Baiyu looked at Han Chen angrily.

Han Chen turned a deaf ear and followed the little demon, striding towards the direction of Chijin Cave.

"I'm so angry!"

The White Feather King clenched his jade hand tightly and stamped his feet in anger.

"Sister, don't be angry. The Bull Demon King is a famous demon in Qinglong Mountain. He has his own ideas for doing this!"

The girl on the side comforted her softly.

"What do you think? I think he is just coveting the essence and blood of his uncle. Hum, even if this night banquet is to be held, I, the White Feather King, will have to do it!"

King Baiyu followed angrily.

"Hey."
Chapter completed!