Me! Cleaner!

Chapter 857: Eat something good

No...did you have this attitude towards him just now?

Unexpected by the sudden betrayal of the third-generation director, Shourou Doelu was caught off guard and was hit by a large iron pot that was thrown at him.

Looking at the square-headed old man who had acted like a little beast in his mouth just now, but now opened his mouth to cherish his beloved disciple and shut up his mouth as his proud disciple, and the meat-bearing doe with a **** pot hanging on its antlers, he couldn't help but feel angry in an instant, and his eyes were wide open. shouted:

"Iron Badger! You..."

"Who is the Iron Badger? There are only iron pots, iron basins, and iron spoons here, and there are no Iron Badgers at all!"

"???"

Are you riding a horse...to cut so quickly?

Seeing the third-generation director who turned his back on the badger and quit the King-Slaying Association in front of him, the deer was so angry that he trembled and roared at the top of his lungs:

"That's not what you said just now! You just called him a little beast! I heard it all!"

"Then you must have heard wrong."

"I don't!"

"That's a misunderstanding, or both a misunderstanding and a misunderstanding."

Faced with the huge temptation of thirty-nine true gods plus one pillar god, as well as other rare materials that may be related, what kind of reputation, what kind of school, what kind of ruined reputation, what kind of infamy... these worthless things instantly disappeared from the minds of three generations of old men. Disappeared completely.

"You must have heard wrong. I'm not talking about beasts but birth."

Under the gaze of the deer whose eyes were about to burst, the third-generation director rubbed his square head and shamelessly reinterpreted:

"Born means that I treat that child as my own, almost like my own! He brought me so many good things this time, and he must have felt my earnest expectations for him.

Oh, hehe, when I first met that kid from Leon, I felt that I was particularly close to him. Later, he learned my mind style in a few moments and started to forge abnormal objects with my pot. I knew right away that he must be the successor I have been waiting for! "

What a fart! ! Do I still know what your plan is? When you mentioned "good stuff" just now, the corners of your **** mouth were grinning to your ears! !

The third-generation old man was so angry at his shockingly low moral integrity, but there was really nothing he could do with the old hob meat. His teeth were almost broken when he chewed the meat, so he had no choice but to say harshly:

"Iron Badger! Don't forget that you are also a member of our King-Slaying Club! You even revealed information about the Cleanup Bureau to us in the past! You are no longer..."

"Haha, what I revealed to you is all old news from the past. Those outdated information were at least 1,800 years ago. So what if I tell you? I can't be considered as betraying the Cleanup Bureau."

"But you are not afraid of us..."

"What am I afraid of?"

The third generation director chuckled and said:

"Am I afraid that you will go to the Cleanup Bureau to report me? Or am I afraid that you will deliberately leak information about me?

Silly Roe Deer, don’t forget that I signed your law book back then and am an officially registered non-staff member of the King Killing Society. Although I cannot disclose your plan to the Cleanup Bureau, if you want to My news…

Hahaha, then all I can say is wish you good luck~"

“…”

"Okay! Get out, get out! Get out!"

After turning around and rummaging around in his coffin, he took out a bone broom covered with spider webs. The third-generation old man pointed the broom at the meat deer and said impatiently:

"Don't kick your hooves blindly. You've broken the bricks for me. What if my apprentice stumbles after he comes? That kid rarely comes back, and I have to clean up. Don't delay me here in cleaning. ! Get out of here! Do you hear me?”

“…”

Ahhhhhh! !

…

"How about it?"

Seeing the shadow of an elk appearing next to the long skeleton table, a true **** wearing an iguana mask quickly stood up and asked with expectant eyes:

"What did the Iron Badger say? Did you agree to cooperate with us in ambush the God of Cookery?"

“…”

Seeing the expectation in the iguana's eyes, the meat-bearing doe wearing the elk mask couldn't help but twitch the corner of its mouth, and its expression suddenly became extremely tense. Are you still cooperating with us to ambush the God of Cookery? When I was kicked out, the old dog was already cleaning up everywhere with a broom, ready to sweep the bed for his pet!

Looking at the elk like this...it obviously didn't work!

After getting the answer from the silence of the meat-bearing doe, all the members of the King-Slaying Club couldn't help but look at each other. The atmosphere that had become somewhat heated due to the appearance of the meat-bearing doe immediately cooled down.

"I have already said that he will definitely not agree!"

A woman wearing a seagull mask hammered the long skeletal table, her voice full of sullenness:

"Although Iron Badger joined us in name, he actually didn't even exchange interests with us! If it really comes to a big deal, he will definitely turn to the Cleanup Bureau!"

"But this is more or less an opportunity, right? If we don't lay an ambush in the Death Realm, should we continue to forcefully break into the Watching Palace?"

"Breaking into the Watch Palace is better than this! What if Iron Badger tries his best to be killed by the law books, but also tells the cleanup bureau of the situation?"

"How is that possible? Let's not say that he is so afraid of death. Due to the binding force of the law, he will be killed before he wants to do this..."

"Okay, stop arguing!"

After interrupting the quarrel among the members of the King Slayer Club, White Snake, who was sitting in the first seat on the left side of the long table, rubbed his brows and said feebly:

"Since Tie...Since the third-generation director of the Cleanup Bureau did not agree, without his cover, it will be difficult for us to kill the God of Cookery under the protection of more than one director. Let this attack plan be scrapped!"

"White Snake, are you really not going to try again?"

When he heard this, the meat-receiving doe couldn't help but said:

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"Including me, four of the Lords of the Death Realm have clearly turned to us, and the remaining seven have vague attitudes and intend to join forces with us. If we can bring them all over..."

"Don't think about it, you can't pull me over."

White Snake lowered his head and said nothing, while a new vice-president who took the seat in his place put his hands in his sleeves, leaned against the back of his chair and replied slowly:

"Originally we had the advantage and could break through the Watching Palace right away. Of course the Death Realm wouldn't mind taking a share of the pie. Now that we have been killed by more than twenty people in one breath, the Death Realm will definitely start to wait and see again.

So don’t think about causing trouble. Instead of being sent up to be killed like a dog, why not just stay with me and wait for the God of Cookery to die of old age. Anyway, it will only be more than a hundred years. We can afford to wait... White Snake? What do you think? "

"I…"

Seeing the slightly proud look in Thrush Crow's eyes, White Snake escaped from the Kingdom of Witches with the help of disaster avoidance. He couldn't help but close his eyes, then turned his head and said helplessly:

"I also agree to wait. Although it doesn't have to wait until the God of Cookery dies of old age, we can wait until the president and other vice-presidents return from the old land."

"No! I can't wait!"

The doe who received the meat said anxiously:

"I contacted other masters of the death world and finally solved the matter in the Kingdom of Saio. Now the cleanup bureau must be targeting me!"

"Then just run."

"I can run, but can I run away from my Palace of Bones and Black Forest of Corpses?"

Faced with Thrush Crow's proposal to just stand and talk without pain, the meat-receiving deer couldn't help but angrily said:

"We, the Lords of the Death Realm, are all bound to the Death Realm! If I really run away, my position will be gone!"

"But if you have no position or no life, you have to choose one...well...or you don't have to choose."

"Thrush? You...what do you mean by that?"

"I mean..."

After activating his [Disaster Avoidance] power and feeling the "smell" of the meat-receiving doe that was several times stronger than what was originally reported, the thrush couldn't help but stretched out his arm with sympathy on his face. The deer patted the deer on the back and gave his advice with pity in his eyes.

"To be honest, rather than what you may face in the future, I suggest you go directly to the Cleanup Bureau and surrender."

(End of chapter)