Immortal Chef and Nether Chef

"What thing are you? Lord Dog was talking, but you dared to interrupt?" 

A dog's paw fell.

Feng Guanzhang, who was stunned, was suddenly patted like a fly.

That paw contained fearful strength, so the moment it pounded on his head, he screamed miserably. His cries of pain seemed endless as he was pounded again and again on the ground.

Mo Xiu didn't plan to make a move. Feng Guanzhang reaped what he sowed.

Against this dog, even Mo Xiu didn't have a chance to win, but this Feng Guanzhang dared to question him unexpectedly.

Wasn't this seeking for death? 

As an expert, he naturally had the majesty of an expert.

This Feng Guanzhang was just a puppet in Mo Xiu's hand. He would die when he died. He, Mo Xiu, couldn't offend the Earth Prison Dog just because of a trivial puppet.

Moreover…

Mo Xiu thought that the Earth Prison Dog's proposal was not that bad.

The odds were actually in their favor.