The bird demon wiped clean the golden chair in the main hall, and respectfully invited the gods to take a seat.
Shenjun glanced in disgust, shook his head gently, raised his hand and burned the dirty-touched seat, and then invited several red vines, woven into a fire-like gorgeous throne, with the butterfly of Nirvana. Sit down slowly.
Most of the face-faced monks in Jinfeng Villa were dead, and the rest were slaves and servants who were lucky enough to escape the catastrophe, and there were a few more lucky monks who saved their lives.
The gods killed the remaining monks at will. Only one monk surnamed Ma escaped the massacre, and was taken to the dungeon together with his wife and children, saying that he was released from the Golden Phoenix Villa after the matter was over.
Brother Ma only has a foundation for repairing. He is short in stature and ugly. He is the cook of Jinfeng Villa. He likes to drink. He often speaks ridiculously after drinking. He acts ridiculously. He occasionally takes advantage of his colleagues and uses Lingshi to drag him. Nothing back…so everyone didn’t like him, but the few spirit beast dishes he made won Jin Feiyi’s heart, and they were tolerated. His wife is a b!tch, bitter and mean, quarreling with foul language, and even mortal peasant women are willing to bow down to the wind…
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