"Ah, no, no more feeding!" Zhu couldn't scream and beg for mercy, but Chen Jiuxi couldn't shut his jaw. He was forced to hold his mouth and pound black mud into it. He had to eat if he didn't eat. People could not bear the odor, let alone the person who was eating it.

At this moment, Zhu Wu can't think of death, but he is restrained by Chen Jiu, and it's not so easy to want to die!

'bang!' Chen Jiu finally finished feeding a bucket of dregs. He dropped the wooden spoon behind the bucket, then stroked Zhu's incompetent head and asked, "Is it delicious?"

"Delicious, let me...