Chương 1734: Bu Fang's Strongest Trump Card

"Hold your mouth? Why does it sound so… weird?"

Many people had a strange look on their faces, but more were shocked.

Purple-haired Bu Fang appeared at Whitey's side in a flash as if he had teleported. Whitey's mechanical eyes, which had turned purple, rotated as it glanced at him, puzzled. It knew that the man in front of it was not Bu Fang, so it might not obey what he said.

That was how headstrong Whitey was.

"Don't eat her. You will burst apart if you did… You've just evolved, so your body can't absorb another marquis," Bu Fang said with an evil smile, combing his purple hair with one hand.

"Also, if you eat her, you will likely provoke the Queen of Curses… Do you think Little Host can resist that mighty being with his current strength?" Qilin thought his analysis was almost perfect.