Immemorial War God

What the fatty did not know was that Mo Feng had only trained for four years in this life, and that he was even more abnormal than anyone had imagined!    

    

"Hmph."    

    

Seeing how the crowd was still in a daze, the plump man harrumphed coldly once more and turned around to leave. If he didn't leave now, would he still be waiting for dinner?    

    

"Lord Buddha, Lord Buddha, please wait!"    

    

Seeing the fat man turn around, everyone regained their senses, High General's face changed as he shouted. The fat man stopped in his tracks, and in the next moment, he saw High General in front of him, rubbing his palms with an embarrassed smile.    

    

"Lord Buddha, I apologize for offending you just now." High General rubbed his hands together, when he said those words he was even feeling anxious for himself, it was simply too embarrassing, and even more so he himself was slapping his own face, but the big fatty's age was not more than a hundred, which meant that it was different.    

    

"Just now, it was just a joke, I hope that you don't mind." After saying that, the saw that the fatty's complexion had not eased up yet, so he hastily waved his hand and shouted to the servants at the side:    

    

"Hurry up and bring the chair over!"    

    

Very quickly, the servants came to bring the stools. High General once again cupped his fists towards the big fatty and said:    

    

"Lord Buddha, please take a seat. My two friends, please take a seat as well."    

    

"Hmph."    

    

The fat guy coldly snorted. Although he didn't know what trick they were playing, it still made him extremely unhappy.    

    

High General's mouth twitched, he was frustrated at his own recklessness and could not figure out the situation before doing such a thing. His face revealed a flattering smile, and he cupped his fists as he continued:    

    

"Lord Buddha, this is my fault. I will drink three cups myself." With that, the High General turned and raised his cup again and again. After drinking three cups, the fatty's face still did not look good. At this time, the other generals stood up and raised their wine cups.    

    

"Lord Buddha, we will also punish ourselves with three cups, please calm your anger!"    

    

The generals downed three cups of wine in unison. The fatty's expression was stiff. He had already drunk enough to apologize, it would be too much of a waste if he didn't give them face. However, he could not figure out the purpose of these people. Could it be because he had an unlimited future at his age? That shouldn't be the case. If he had set his eyes on this, he should have understood his methods from the looks of it.    

    

Maybe only Mo Feng could give him the answer. Not only was Mo Feng an abnormal talent, he was also extremely clear about everything.    

    

Mo Feng squinted his eyes, after pondering for a while, his mouth formed a sneer. So it was because of that idea, he thought that Xuxu Empire was kind, and was indeed the same as those bird people in Yan De Empire.    

    

"Let's drink."    

    

Ye Zichen did not say anything, and merely patted the fatty's shoulder with a faint smile. The fat man looked at Mo Feng confusedly, then nodded helplessly and sat down.    

    

Seeing that the big fatty had finally taken his seat, the people of High General all revealed smiles, their eyes swept across Mo Feng's body. How did he make the decision? Now that he was crippled, no matter how formidable he was previously, he shouldn't need to listen to his words anymore, right?    

    

High General gazed at Mo Feng for a while longer, he could not understand why the fatty did not hesitate to sacrifice his life to protect this cripple, and even asked this cripple for advice on everything. Could it be that this cripple had some sort of powerful technique?    

    

No matter how powerful he was, he wouldn't be able to do anything with his weak cultivation base, right? No matter how powerful he used to be, now he was useless.    

    

"Lord Buddha, I offer you another cup." The High General raised his cup and said to the fat guy. The fat guy drank a cup of wine with a cold expression. In about ten days, when Mo Feng recovered his strength, he would be able to trample all of you under his feet!    

    

Mo Feng and the miser sat on the side, slowly drinking. At this moment, Mo Feng felt a sense of ease, since the fatty was currently at his home ground, he didn't have to deal with so many people.    

    

The feast lasted less than an hour before it was over. The fatty had a stern expression on his face the entire time. No matter how many generals toasted him, there was no change in their expressions. They no longer had any interest in bickering with each other, so they dispersed as soon as possible.    

    

The fat guy was naturally happy about it, after the banquet, he immediately brought Mo Feng and the miser back to their room.    

    

High General and a few others were still sitting in the Main Hall with bad expressions on their faces.    

    

"Motherf * cker, what the hell is he? Laozi gave him a toast and still has such an attitude!"    

    

"You anger me to death, if it wasn't for that!"    

    

"Enough!"    

    

A few generals were so furious that they could not even keep their mouths shut. High General roared and all the generals shut their mouths at the same time. They looked at High General with faces filled with displeasure.    

    

"This Buddha is a very important character, Emperor and the rest will definitely like him. No matter how unhappy you are, you have to endure it!" The High General shouted coldly. Everyone still looked displeased, but they did not complain, the Empire's main strategy was the most important, a genius like the big fatty was an important weapon to attack Yan De Empire's morale.    

    

"Alright, let's forget about today's matter. In the future, you don't have to drink together anymore. Report this matter to Emperor and let him make the decision."    

    

"Yes."    

    

The generals replied unwillingly, cupped their fists towards High General, and turned to leave.    

    

In the fat man's room, the fat man took out a bottle of wine and started to drink again.    

    

"Slurp."    

    

Mo Feng shook his head helplessly as he looked at the fatty's unhappy face while drinking his wine. He then took out a bottle of fire wine s and handed it over to the fatty.    

    

"En, fragrant!"    

    

The fat man's eyes lit up, he could not wait to drink the wine, the smell of the wine instantly filled his mouth, the fire wine entered his stomach, his entire body felt warm, the star power circulated even faster, the recovery speed of his injuries had increased by a few points!    

    

"Good wine!"    

    

The fat man's eyes stared at the jug of wine, his eyes shining brightly. He raised his head and took a gulp.    

    

"Awesome!"    

    

The jug of wine was finished very quickly. The fat guy let out a long and carefree sigh. After drinking this bottle of wine, he felt as if he had received a new lease of life, and was in a very good mood. Seeing the fatty like that, Mo Feng laughed indifferently and sat on the side to cultivate. fire wine s were good stuff, but he could not drink them since he had not recovered his cultivation yet.    

    

"Milord."    

    

The fat guy was still not satisfied when he saw Mo Feng directly sitting down and cultivating. His expression quickly changed as he spoke. Mo Feng opened his eyes and looked at the fatty helplessly. What else could he do after drinking this wine?    

    

"Lord, it's better if you hurry up and recover your cultivation. I'm still willing to be a big stomach king, and eat and drink by your side everyday." He really wasn't willing to deal with such a situation. He didn't have Mo Feng's tyranny and ability to control the entire audience, so he liked to eat and drink. It was really difficult for him to deal with such a situation.