Su Zhatian, the male god of fast wear

Chapter 606 The Sick Demon God (33)

"Where's Feng Fei?"

"Where's my son Fengfei?"

Just as Feng Qing was about to leave, she found that Feng Fei had disappeared.

In an instant, the two parties who had just reached an agreement and had just reconciled temporarily fell into a stalemate again.

Father An frowned and looked around, his eyes finally stopped on the abyss monster that stepped on Feng Fei before.

"He ran away." Father An withdrew his gaze and said indifferently.

"Impossible, my son came to your demon world for the first time, how could he run around?"

"It must be that you demons don't mean anything, and you must have caught me."

"You demons, hand me over quickly, or I, Fengqing, will fight to the death with you today!!!" Fengqing roared loudly and frantically.

"You die? Are you sure?" Father An sat on an abyssal demon lion, looking at Feng Qing with contempt from top to bottom and said.

Feng Qing: "..."

Looking at the familiar demon lion in front of him, Feng Qing uncontrollably remembered the scene of him being trampled by the huge claws of this demon lion.

"Feng Qing, I will give you one last chance." Father An said with a smile.

"Or, you have a competition with me. If you win, I will dispatch the entire demon clan to help you find Feng Fei."

"Or, if you obediently take your people away, I can ignore the villain's mistakes and pretend that what happened just now didn't happen."

"Better than what?"

It has to be said that Feng Fei's son still holds a lot of weight in Feng Qing's heart.

As soon as Father An's proposal came out, Feng Qing chose Feng Fei without even thinking about it.

"It depends on who you choose to compare with." Father An said quietly.

"What do you mean?" Feng Qing asked with an ugly face.

"My king and this abyssal demon lion, you choose one."

Hearing this, Feng Qing's complexion suddenly darkened.

"Compared to what?" Feng Qing asked again.

"It depends on who you compare with." Father An said.

"If you choose to compare with me, then we will naturally compare beauty, who is taller, more handsome and handsome, and who has a better figure and is more attractive."

"Of course, if you feel ashamed of your looks, then you can also choose to compare your cultivation and combat effectiveness with this abyssal demon lion."

"Choose one of the two. As long as you win, this king will dispatch all the demons in the demon world to help you find your son. What do you think?"

Feng Qing: "!!!"

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As soon as Father An's words came out, the entire battle scene fell into a dead silence.

The orthodox swordsmen brought by Feng Qing looked at each other, their eyes wandering uncontrollably between An Fu and Feng Qing.

And those demon kings behind Father An uncontrollably started their merciless ridicule...

"Hahahahahaha, as expected, the Dao is one foot tall and the devil is ten feet tall, and the Great Demon King is the Great Demon King."

"Patriarch Feng, it's better to compete in martial arts or beauty, you choose quickly." A certain demon king urged unkindly.

"That's right, Feng Qing, you are the majestic head of the Feng family. Your Feng family used to be a big family that produced real sword gods. You can't admit it!"

"Yes, yes, choose a comparison quickly, or if you waste time like this, your son will go somewhere later."

"Yeah, our Demon Realm is in turmoil, and now there are even abyss monsters being rescued. You said that if that Feng Fei is unlucky and encounters one or two wandering abyss monsters, then..."

"There must be no bones left after being eaten!"

"Maybe even the soul will be swallowed by the monster of the abyss."

"That Feng Fei looks pretty good, but he didn't want to suffer such hardships at such a young age. It's a pity..."

(End of this chapter)