Kapitel 225: Grilling the Golden-Winged Roc

Swish!

In the instant that Dong Haichuan gasped in surprise, Cheng Dongfeng had stuffed the two mineral water bottles at lightning speed, before staring blankly at Dong Haichuan and asking uncertainly, "What were you saying, grand-master?"

"Origin Fluid? Are you giving me a few bottles?"

Dong Haichuan scowled at once, and shot Cheng Dongfeng a vicious glare.

What's going on in this buster's head?

Afraid that your grand-master would greed for your Origin Fluid?

Am I even such a person?

Fine, even if I do have such intentions, wouldn't you be causing Brother Jiang He to misunderstand with you acting like this?

And you would still play dumb in front of me?

I would have slapped you to death if Jiang He weren't here!

"Origin Fluid?"

After a glance at Cheng Dongfeng, Jiang He realized with a start then—that dog was not here to collect empty bottles, but for the drips of rank-nine Origin Fluid left inside…