The strongest card supplier of the god-level system in the apocalypse

Chapter 1917 Cooking the Stomach
"So... what does it have to do with me?"

"You don't have to keep emphasizing the history of your Pixiu family, I'm not interested."

"What I know is that at this moment, I can manipulate my sword to stir inside your body..."

"Slaying Heaven Sword!"

Fang Fan snorted coldly, his eyes became more and more gloomy, and as soon as he read it, the Zhantian Sword swayed wildly in the belly of the mythical beast...

"Ah... ah ah... it hurts... I hurt so much..."

"Don't... don't do this... let me go! Let me go!"

"Get out! Get out quickly!"

"Aww... Aww..."

"My source of chaos is disordered!"

"You make it stop! Stop it!"

There were streaks of cold sweat on the forehead of Pixiu Divine Beast. While talking, the body trembled unnaturally, various thoughts were churning in the mind, and the eyes became more and more earnest. At this moment, the body was unnaturally agitated...

"I...I'll give you four, four God Fruits, is that enough? This is already my limit!"

The mythical Pixiu let out painful neighing sounds, but it seems a little too late to beg for mercy now...

Everything... will come to an end!
Fang Fan sneered, and continued to say calmly: "Nine god fruits, one is indispensable!"

"Five!"

"Nine!"

"Six!"

"Nine pieces! In addition, you have to sign a contract with me!"

While Fang Fan was talking, he looked at the Pixiu mythical beast with a more upbeat smile.

Everything seemed so smooth and exciting...it was quite touching.

"Contract? What contract? What do you want to do? You want me to be your pet? No... Impossible! Pixiu will never be a slave!"

"Even if I die here today, without a whole body, if I throw my body into the wilderness, I will never give in!"

"Unless you can kill me now! Otherwise... there will never be such a possibility! Never, never!"

The Pixiu mythical beast was shouting, and its posture became more and more proud.

The performance is full of excitement, but it is not known how much self-confidence he has.

"Zhan Tianjian! Break out of the body, kill it directly, and bring out its stomach. I really want to see what the stomach that can swallow everything is like..."

"If I cook such a stomach, does it mean that I can also devour everything?"

"Tsk...tsk tsk...interesting, really interesting!"

"This kind of temptation is really great!"

Fang Fan sneered, his eyes looked up and down on the mythical beast Zhou, and he licked his lips from time to time, his appearance was vividly displayed.

Pixiu God Beast's eyes widened, his mentality completely collapsed at this moment...

This is still playing with a hammer... If this goes on, he will be cold sooner or later...

If you die, you will die, and this body will become someone else's dish.

Pixiu's chubby body trembled, his eyes were full of despair...

From his point of view, he is naturally unwilling to choose such a tragic life. If possible, he must want to change...

But now, is there really such a chance?

Pixiu took a deep breath, and his lips trembled unnaturally...

He looked extremely embarrassed now, he could not escape, and he was grabbed by the throat of fate.

If he does not choose to give in at this moment, what awaits him will only be death!
In addition to death, the body will also suffer waves of abuse.

(End of this chapter)