Looking at the eldest sister and the third sister sitting on Panhu's lap, one feeding them wine and the other feeding them "fairy fruit", the second sister who had just walked in was obviously very dissatisfied.
Why are they enjoying themselves here while I have to work hard?
I have something on my mind, and it shows on my face.
He groaned and said, "Father, do you still have the heart to support me? Trouble is coming!"
Panhu was obviously drunk and did not hear what the witch said clearly.
He just reached out and grabbed her into his arms, lifting his hands.
"Hahaha, good daughter, is it cold outside? Come and give me a hug from my father!"
The witch pretended to struggle and then complied. The author does not dare to describe her momentary lustfulness.
The Quanfeng tribe members who were watching this scene were very excited. They gasped and pulled over the maid who was serving wine and food, and humiliated them wantonly.
As mentioned before, the status of women in the Inufeng Kingdom is extremely low, so the maids can only accept it with tears in their eyes.
Just when the entire banquet hall was about to become indescribable, someone finally spoke up to remind him.
"Ancestor, your adopted daughter seemed to say something bad was coming. I wonder what kind of trouble it is?"
Panhu finally regained consciousness: "Oh? Is there such a thing?"
"Good girl, please talk to your father."
Panhu asked, his hands not idle. The witch's cheeks turned red.
"Father!" The witch pretended to be coquettish and gently broke free from the big hand of the Inufeng ancestor.
"How can someone like you speak well?"
The witch's posture made Panhu's evil fire even stronger. Barely holding back, he waited for the disaster from the witch's mouth.
After hearing this, Patriarch Quan Feng's expression changed drastically.
Because he stood up so violently, he even threw away the two witches sitting on him.
He hit the wall and screamed in pain.
"Say it again, there is actually an ambush in Wanlong Mountain?!"
The witch who came back to report the news knew that Panhu was moody and even took pleasure in torturing women, even if she had just pulled up her pants a second ago...
He didn't dare to be negligent when he saw this, so he hurriedly told everything he saw.
After Panhu heard this, his eyes rolled around on the dog's face.
"Mingsha Longzun, Yinglong, and the head of the Hu family... It seems that someone has seen through the bluestone coffin's plan."
"Ancestor, what should we do? Do you want to go over and help?!"
A member of the Quanfeng tribe hurriedly asked.
There is no way, no one dares to face the True Lineage alone.
If the Dog Feng Clan wants to replace them, they need to make more allies.
Panhu answered without hesitation: "Help, of course I have to help!"
"Now is the time when the Zhiren lineage is at its weakest. If we don't take the opportunity to eradicate their followers, we will miss a good opportunity!"
"Come here, gather the troops and charge into Wanlong Mountain. No chickens or dogs will be left behind!"
After a while, the dog-headed army of five hundred people gathered and marched along the narrow mountain road towards the Chang family's ancestral land.
But for some reason, Panhu's uneasy feeling became stronger the further he walked.
When he has reached this level of cultivation, he will have premonitions about things that concern him.
No matter the good or the bad.
Of course, there is a situation where you will lose this magical ability, and that is if "heaven" wants you to die.
There is a saying that common people often say, which is called "ghost urging"...
Panhu was about to give the order to stop when he suddenly heard exclamations from the front of the team.
Then the always crazy dog-headed tribesmen, like old dogs in the village who were frightened by being beaten, ran back with their tails between their legs.
As a result, he naturally collided with those behind him, and the curses were endless.
Panhu was furious when he saw the food.
"Why are you so panicked? Why don't you calm down for me, ancestor!"
Hearing the voice of his ancestor, the bereaved kobold finally regained some courage.
"Return, return to ancestor, come forward..."
Seeing the tribesman hesitating, Panhu, who had a bad temper, raised his foot and kicked him aside.
"waste!"
"I can't understand what I'm saying, ancestor, I'll go see it myself!"
As they walked through the tribe with the three witches, they saw frightened and trembling kobolds.
Panhu couldn't help but wonder: Who can be so terrifying?
It can’t be that the Supreme Emperor is here in person, right? !
Thinking of this, Panhu felt uneasy.
But then after thinking about it for a while, he rejected his previous idea.
If the Supreme Emperor were touring the world, it would not be simple if it was just a ceremonial guard.
Even if you travel in simple packaging, you still need a minimum frame.
Moreover, the carriages they use are either Nine-Dragon Chariots or Colorful Phoenix Chariots, or worst of all, ancient exotic beasts.
He should have noticed such a big movement long ago.
While Panhu was thinking wildly, he finally arrived in front of the dog-headed army.
When he saw the lone figure standing in the middle of the road, not only the kobolds who were following him kept retreating in fear, but even the three witches turned pale and screamed in surprise.
"The second demon lord..."
