Stop, My Pork Knuckle!

'What is this guy trying to do?'

Heavengod Transmigration paused. He never took Bu Fang seriously. He could not kill Bu Fang now, but he did not think a half-baked Heavengod could pose him any threat.

What puzzled him was that this half-baked Heavengod dared to stand up right now, pointing a little fox at him. 'Does he think he can make me stay like this?! How naive!'

He sneered, waved the Soul Demon arm, shattered the void, and pushed half of his body into the crack. Dreadful energy with incredible destructive power filled the crack, but when it lashed at him, he only felt as if someone was scratching at his skin.

Suddenly, he raised his eyes slightly, looked into the distance, and saw the stinking chef give the little fox a slap on the buttock…

"Ah… Da Da Da Da…"

The fox's mouth opened immediately, and then one golden meatball after another shot out of it.