"These legs are so good."

The King of Tai sighed and said that in terms of speed, he was far inferior to the immortal body.

Even he is like this, let alone those spectators, who are rushing all the way back.

But as I chased after me, I disappeared. There were figures of people one by one, stopping in the starry sky, and I didn't know where to chase them.

As it turns out, if you want to watch a big show, you have to be a good person. If you can't catch up with others, you can't even look at it.

They did not catch up, which does not mean that Young Master Ye could not catch up. Apart from the Saint Lord and others, he was the only one who could barely see the backs of everyone, following them all the way, never losing them.

At some point, he was also immersed in the starry sky, carrying a wine pot, and looking at what he saw.

That's right, he chased after him, not because he was not fast, but because those old guys were too fast, the fastest one was the male immortal body, as if he had a cheat, his legs and feet were terrified.

"Is it embarrassing?" Xiao Lingwa picked her nose.

"Awkward." Ye Chen was still looking for it, and did not forget to use Zhou Tian's deduction to trace the source.

Sure enough, God did not let anyone down, but he finally found it.

He appeared again and was already a star without shit. There was a forest inside, and the night was dark, but in the forest, there was a bonfire open and you could smell the aroma of stewed meat.

From a distance, Ye Chen could see the emperor, the god general, the saint and the son of the plane.

A few old guys are quite romantic and don’t sleep in the middle of the night. In this mountain corner, they are stewed with a large iron pot and stewed with ingredients.

"The stewed one will not be a male immortal body, right!"

Xiao Lingwa touched her chin and thought about some pictures by herself: the male immortal body was caught up, beaten by the quasi-emperor of the Great Chu people, and finally destroyed and stewed in a pot.

Not only him, but even Ye Chen had this feeling. It wasn't that the gods really did it. They had never done anything big or eaten anything. It was also possible to stew the immortal body.

As he said that, he had already walked to the pot and glanced at it. He didn't know what it was, but it was not an immortal body anyway.

The god raised their eyes and glanced at Master Ye, with his eyes as if he was saying: Where did you come out?

"I'm so alive!" Xiao Lingwa hid behind Ye Chen, showed her little head, and asked in a low voice, for fear that these old guys would stew them together.

"I didn't keep up." The Holy Lord shouted.

In a word, I am amused Ye Chen. I am so arrogant even if I don’t keep up, right?

The tenth emperor of the Great Chu was very conscious. He brought his own bowl quickly and didn't have to be polite. He came forward to serve the broth himself, and then he realized what was stewed, it was a dragon.

"Where is your ancestor?" The five gods generals asked. It seemed that they wanted to find Di Huang to practice. The warlike master liked to find a tough fight, just like the Great Successful Holy Body.

"I don't know." Ye Chen shrugged. What else did he want to look for? By the way, ask about the contract.
Chapter completed!