Warden of Heaven

Chapter 81 I'll Call You Daddy!

"Good stuff!"

Chen Feng was secretly pleasantly surprised. Just the momentum of the Folding Wave Fist had shocked Chen Feng unceasingly.

Compared with this Fist of Waves, Can Lang's martial arts are not even scumbags.

Originally, Nezha called the Folding Wave Fist a rubbish martial art, and Chen Feng was still a little unwilling at first.

Now it seems, trash your sister!

For you, Nezha, it may not be very good.

But for Chen Feng, it was already stronger than expected.

Chen Feng raised his eyebrows with joy, and directly took out another bag of spicy strips, and put it in front of Nezha.

Nezha couldn't wait to finish the Coke just now, and seeing Chen Feng bring out something new, he couldn't help asking curiously.

"What is this?"

Chen Feng smiled slightly, "This is spicy strips, it's delicious, try it!"

"Really?"

When Nezha heard this, his eyes lit up immediately, he tore open the bag of spicy sticks, took out one, and tentatively put it in his mouth.

The next moment, Nezha's eyes widened instantly.

"Fuck, there is such a delicious food in the world!"

"It's so delicious, this is too delicious!"

Nezha's face was full of ecstasy, and he grabbed all the spicy sticks and stuffed them directly into his mouth.

"Delicious, really delicious!"

"Ah... spicy!"

"I've never eaten something so delicious!"

"No wonder you don't eat dragon meat. Compared with this, dragon meat is shit!"

"Ah, I've been eating shit all these years!"

Nezha yelled exaggeratedly, and ate up the spicy strips in the blink of an eye, and the spicy face turned red.

However, Nezha's saliva couldn't help but flow out of that delicacy that he had never tasted before.

Then, looking at Chen Feng, his eyes were red.

"Haha, come, drink some Wahaha."

"If you eat spicy sticks, you can't drink Coke, or it will be more spicy."

Chen Feng took out another bottle of Wahaha, inserted a straw, and handed it to Nezha.

Nezha looked excited.

Wahaha?
Another new thing!
With the experience of Coke and Latiao, Nezha concluded that the taste of Wahaha is definitely not bad.

Nezha couldn't care less about being polite, took Wahaha and drank it.

"Wow, it's delicious!"

"It tastes completely different from cola, it's a different kind of delicacy!"

"Oh my god, why didn't I know that there is such a delicious food in the world?!"

"Uh...did you drink?"

Nezha didn't finish his sentence, but Wahaha came to the bottom, scratching Nezha's ears and cheeks greedily.

Then, he suddenly raised his head and looked at Chen Fengdao with a smile on his face.

"Well, good brother, show loyalty."

"Give me another bottle of Wahaha. Also, give me a bag of spicy sticks, no, two bags, hehe, two bags."

Nezha looked at Chen Feng eagerly with strong expectation in his eyes.

Chen Feng was amused in his heart, but his face darkened, and he sighed.

"Brother, you are embarrassing me."

"This Wahaha and Latiao are so delicious, they are rare in the world."

"I don't have many here!"

Although Chen Feng's Qiankun bag was full, he knew that he must not take it all out in one go.

Chen Feng still understands the principle of hunger marketing.

Once there is too much deliciousness, it is worthless.

When Nezha heard this, his eyes lit up and he said anxiously.

"Not many, that is, there are more?"

"Yeah!" Chen Feng nodded, "There is only the last bag of spicy sticks left."

"Originally, I wanted to wait for the queen mother's birthday and give it to the queen mother."

Pfft!
Before Chen Feng finished speaking, Nezha knelt down in front of Chen Feng, hugged Chen Feng's thigh, and shouted very affectionately.

"Dad, Daddy!"

puff!
Chen Feng's hair exploded, and he said in shock.

"Fuck, what's your situation?"

Nezha is so nice, why did he call him daddy?

Nezha raised his head, pretending to be cute, looked at Chen Feng and said pitifully.

"Give me the last bag of Latiao too, please!"

"As long as you give it to me, I will call you Dad."

"Father Chen Feng!"

Chen Feng covered his face and was speechless.

Nima, what about your face!
He really didn't expect that Li Nezha, the great god of the Santan Haihui, would have such a funny side.

For a bag of spicy strips, I don't even want my dignity.

"Give it, give it to you!"

They were all called Dad, what else could Chen Feng say, he quickly took out a bag of spicy noodles and gave it to Nezha.

If he didn't give it again, he was afraid that Nezha would call him grandpa.

"Hahaha, thank you, Father Chen Feng!"

"Father Chen Feng, I love you to death!"

Nezha's face was full of surprise, and while calling his father, he couldn't wait to eat the spicy strips.

Chen Feng really couldn't laugh or cry.

Good brother, what about loyalty?
In the blink of an eye, he became the father of a good brother?

This identity change is too fast!
"No, I can't eat it!"

Nezha was eating when he suddenly stopped with a serious expression on his face.

"What's wrong?" Chen Feng was stunned and asked.

Nezha looked at Chen Feng pitifully, grinned, and almost cried.

"Father Chen Feng, you only have this bag. If I finish eating, where else can I find such delicious food?"

"How can I live without spicy sticks!"

"I have to keep it, I have to save it!"

"But, but, I'm afraid I can't help it!"

Nezha stared straight at the half bag of spicy sticks left, drooling non-stop, and the tangled pain on his face was beyond description.

Chen Feng secretly smiled, patted Nezha on the shoulder lightly, and said with a smile.

"Eat what you want."

"Latiao is extremely precious, but every once in a while, I can get a bag or two."

"When the time comes, I'll bring it to you again!"

"Really?!" Hearing this, Nezha couldn't help but look out with joy, and almost jumped up in joy.

"Haha, Father Chen Feng, you are too kind to me!"

"Then it's settled, you still have to give me hot sticks in the future!"

"Ah, I can't bear it anymore, I'll eat it now!"

Nezha yelled in surprise, and swallowed the remaining half of the bag in one gulp.

Afterwards, his face was full of intoxication, and he swallowed his saliva, relishing the deliciousness of the spicy strips.

"Nezha, can I ask you something?"

Chen Feng was still full of doubts, and asked Nezha with a smile.

"What's the matter?"

"Dad, tell me!"

"Even if you ask Tang Sanzang's love history, Taishang Laojun's scandal, and Thor's family history, I will tell you all!"

Chen Feng was speechless for a while, and it was extremely uncomfortable for Nezha to call him father.

Moreover, why ask yourself these gossip topics!

"Come on, let's talk while eating."

Chen Feng took out another bag of melon seeds, which caused Nezha's eyes to shoot a frenzied light again.

"Father Chen Feng, what good thing is this?"

"This is melon seeds, eat them!"

After Nezha ate a few melon seeds, he couldn't stop all of a sudden.

"Delicious, these melon seeds are so delicious!"

"Although the taste is not as good as spicy noodles, it has a magical power that makes people unable to stop once they eat it."

"Father Chen Feng, you have so many good things!"

Chen Feng smiled and raised his eyebrows at Nezha.

"If you want to eat in the future, just find me!"

"Father, you are my own father!" Nezha shouted in surprise.

"Come on less!" Chen Feng scolded with a smile, and then his expression froze, and he asked strangely.

"Nezha, why did you take the initiative to increase the punishment?"

(End of this chapter)