A heretical cultivator in Bureau 749, I'm the fiercest at pulling out tendons and skinning peop

Ji Zuodao was really getting anxious.

This is a great medicine that's at least three thousand years old!

The poor thing, he's hardly ever eaten this since he was a child! He's only ever eaten it a little over a thousand years ago.

I was planning to sneak away and eat it all by myself behind Doggy's back, but before I even got a taste, this little brat started eating it first.

Where can I go to seek justice for this?

"Hey! Are you some kind of turtle? You've got a bite and you won't let go, have you?"

Ji Zuodao held the little brat by the back of his neck with one hand and pried open his mouth with the other, and the two of them were locked in a stalemate.

This little brat is incredibly wicked. He looks thin and small, like a bean sprout. Ji Zuodao tugged at him a few times, but he couldn't pull him off the spiritual herb.

Ji Zuodao refused to believe it and pulled even harder, making the bones in the little brat's body crack and pop like popping beans.

Instead of giving in, the little brat leaned forward again and swallowed another piece of the elixir.

Ji Zuodao was stunned.

Oh ho?

There's something to it.

He squinted and looked the little brat up and down.

The force he used just now, though not at full strength, was definitely not to be underestimated.

For an ordinary person, having their head and spine ripped off wouldn't be a problem.

But what about this little brat? His bones cracked a little, and he looked like he was grimacing in pain, but he didn't seem to care at all. He ate and drank as usual, acting like nothing had happened.

Ji Zuodao's strength was barely enough to give him a massage, loosening his muscles and bones.

interesting.

But curiosity aside, he couldn't let this elixir go to waste.

This is a treasure from three thousand years ago; it's always been Daoist Master who snatches it from others' mouths. How could Daoist Master let others bully him?

Can this be tolerated?

Can't stand it!

Ji Zuodao didn't stand on ceremony with him. He directly reached out and poked two fingers into the little brat's mouth, accurately digging them into his throat.

He's an expert at this move.

Back in the Ailao Mountains, he used to compete with Dog for food, but he often lost.

When that old dog was guarding its food, it was even more dog-like than a dog. With a paw, it would open its mouth and swallow the food in just a few bites, leaving not even a crumb.

Since Ji Zuodao couldn't win by force, he had to find another way.

He developed a unique "throat-grabbing technique" specifically for dealing with food-hogging dogs like Dog.

They can pick it out perfectly every time, not just from what's in your mouth, but even what you've already swallowed.

During that time, Doggy would avoid him after every meal, fearing that the dog Ji Zuodao would scoop out what he had just swallowed.

This shows how ruthless this move is.

And now, Ji Zuodao is using this trick on this little brat.

"vomit--!!!"

The little brat let out a dry heave, the sound was so pitiful, as if he was about to vomit up his internal organs.

He suddenly released his mouth, and the piece of elixir slid out, covered in sticky saliva, glistening in the dim light.

Ji Zuodao, quick as a flash, caught the elixir and proudly waved it around: "Little brat, trying to fight me? You're still too green!"

The little brat was hunched over, one hand covering his throat, gagging several times until tears streamed down his face.

He looked up at Ji Zuodao, and for the first time, a look of shock appeared in his incredibly bright eyes.

That expression seemed to say: So this is what people can do?

His limited worldview was completely overturned at that moment.

He always thought that stealing things was just a matter of who was stronger, who was faster, and who could take more beatings.

But this person in front of you won't compete with you in strength, speed, or who can take a beating; he'll just grab your throat and start digging!

What the hell kind of approach is this?

evil ways!

Absolutely heretical!

Ji Zuodao felt incredibly relieved looking at his expression of existential doubt.

He hummed a little tune, preparing to take back the piece of elixir covered in sticky saliva, thinking he could wash it and still eat it later.

But just then, he felt his hand loosen.

Upon closer inspection, all that remained in his hand was a tattered piece of clothing.

The little brat, like an eel, slipped out of the tattered clothes in a flash, completely naked except for a pair of shorts, revealing his thin, bony body.

Taking advantage of Ji Zuodao's momentary daze, he precisely snatched the elixir from Ji Zuodao's hand.

This time he learned his lesson.

He stopped gnawing and biting, tilted his head back, and swallowed it down in one gulp.

"Gulp!"

He swallowed the entire piece of the elixir.

That elixir is as thick as this little brat's neck!

From a distance, he looked like a toad, with a big lump on his neck; it was enough to make anyone feel uncomfortable.

But the little brat remained unfazed, even letting out a burp, sticking out his tongue to lick his lips, and showing an expression of unsatisfied enjoyment.

Then, before Ji Zuodao could react, he dashed over to Huang Da and the others, grabbed their clothes, and scrambled up on them.

Riding on Huang Da's shoulders, looking down at Ji Zuodao, his little expression carried three parts smugness, three parts provocation, and four parts "Come and hit me then."

The whole process was seamless, smooth, and so fast it was dazzling.

Ji Zuodao was stunned.

He was still holding the tattered clothes in his hand, standing there dumbfounded, mouth agape, eyes wide open, unable to come to his senses for a long time.

Damn, this guy looks so familiar, like he's risking his life for food.

Also, wasn't that Dog Lord's move just now?

Dog Master used to like to use this "golden cicada shedding its shell" trick.

You had clearly locked his throat, but he suddenly popped out of your skin, grabbed something, swallowed it, and ran away faster than a rabbit. You couldn't catch him.

Could this little brat be Dog Lord's illegitimate son?

Ji Zuodao shook his head, banishing the absurd thought.

At this moment, the expressions of Huang Da and the other two were even more interesting than his, especially Huang Da's.

Huang Da's first reaction was: Holy crap? Did my kid just snatch food from that bastard Ji Zuodao's mouth?

Are you that brave?

My second thought was: Ji Zuodao, that bastard, probably wouldn't hold a grudge against a child, right?

The third reaction was:

Damn it, that bastard Ji Zuodao actually dares to argue with us.

The three brothers exchanged a glance, and each saw the same meaning in the other's eyes—

It's over, Barbie Q.

Ji Zuodao was genuinely amused by the situation.

From childhood to adulthood, only Dog Master could snatch food from his mouth.

That's because he couldn't beat Dog Master. There was nothing he could do; he was no match for Dog Master, so he had to endure it.

But this skinny little brat in front of him, who was as thin as a monkey, actually dared to snatch food from his mouth?

And it happened right in front of him. In layman's terms, isn't this tantamount to NTR in front of him?

Can this be tolerated?