บท 5607: In short, it was to give birth.

Huyan Wei screamed miserably as he was burned. The fragrance of roasted meat wafted out from his body.

"You still dare to boast like this? Don't you know that you need capital to talk big?" That chubby little Fatty's face was completely solemn, but the words he said made The White Tiger clan's people all feel very complicated and rueful in their hearts. The young master that they had always admired and supported, Huyan Wei, was drowned to death by a mouthful of saliva. Oh, no, he was burned to death. This spit was no ordinary spit, but fire refinement.

But many people of The White Tiger clan were happy in their hearts right now.