"Eat shit, I advise you if you want to marry a wife, you should marry them a dregs bucket, then you will not be worried and hungry all your life!" Chen Jiu continued to make a mockery, which was to suppress the air god's prestige, vowing to make him lose face.

"No, we can use the dregs barrel, it can't be married out!" The Emperor has not said anything yet. The Magic Theatre is reluctant to do so because of the dregs pond built by Chen Jiu. The dregs are now there, but they are thriving.

"What?" The empty god's blue veins could not help but suddenly pull out, staring...