Chapter 2836: Please Tell Me What You Want

The Dragon King suddenly turned back and his eyes fell on Ye Wudao: "It's you, you came here again."

"What are you doing here? We have nothing to do with each other anymore."

Ye Wudao sighed and said, "Dragon King, I want you to do me a favor, a small favor."

"I want to forge a magic weapon, and I need your fire assistance..."

roll!

The Dragon King roared angrily: "The fire belongs to me, no one is allowed to interfere with the fire!"

"I won't help you, I will never help you!"

Ye Wudao said: "I just need your fire to help me forge a magic weapon. I don't want to use your fire."

"That's not okay!" The Dragon King was extremely emotional: "I will never agree to it."

Ye Wudao: "National Fortune Shenlong, have you forgotten my life-saving grace for you? If it weren't for me, you would have died long ago..."

Stop telling me these useless things.

The Dragon King responded unceremoniously: "I will never help you."

Ye Wudao was helpless now: "Okay, Dragon King, I didn't expect you to be such a snake-hearted person."

"Dragon King, even if you don't give me face, you still have to give face to your old friend."

The Dragon King said: "Old friend? What old friend? Humph, all my old friends have betrayed me, I want to kill them all."

Ye Wudao: "No, this old friend did not betray you."

The Dragon King also became interested: "Who is it?"

Ye Wudao released a ray of consciousness from the old beggar: "He."

The Dragon King stared at the old beggar with burning eyes and fell into deep thought.

"It looks familiar. Who are you?"

The old beggar Hong Qigong said: "Lord Dragon King, you are such a noble man who forgets things. If you think about it carefully, you swallowed the elixir and couldn't digest it. I helped you..."

The Dragon King suddenly realized: "Toilet paper, you are my toilet paper!"

"I didn't expect you to be alive."

The old beggar's face turned green.

It's too much, it's too much. As soon as we met, he revealed his shortcomings and said that she was his toilet paper... I don't want to lose face.

Ye Wudao and the others were stunned.

Toilet paper?

What toilet paper?

The old beggar is a human being. How does he have anything to do with toilet paper?

Ye Wudao said tentatively: "Don't tell us that you once wiped the Dragon King's butt."

How is that possible!

The old beggar retorted without hesitation: "I am a great person in ancient times, so how can I wipe the butt of others? Can you have some depth in your thinking?"

All right.

To be honest, Ye Wudao didn't believe this either. ŴŴŴ.

The old beggar smiled at the Dragon King: "Lord Dragon King, the relationship between the two of us was pretty good back then. Please give me some face and help him forge the magic weapon."

The Dragon King's nerves became tense again: "Damn it, bastard, you're trying to get my Tinder too!"

"I'm warning you, if anyone dares to mention fire to me again, I will burn him to death, I will burn him to death..."

After speaking, the Dragon King opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of flames at Ye Wudao and the others.

This is not an ordinary flame, but a fire flame. Its temperature is over a thousand, and the stones are baked.

Fortunately, no one at the scene was a mortal, so there wasn't much damage.

Ye Wudao glanced at the old beggar, his face full of disappointment.

It seems that the old beggar was bragging to himself before.

He said before that the Dragon King was just a little long worm in his eyes.

But now it seems that in the eyes of the Dragon King, he is just like toilet paper.

It seems impossible to ask the Dragon King to help cast the divine weapon.

Seeing that the Dragon King was angry, the old beggar Hong Qigong almost pissed himself with fear.

He quickly begged: "Lord Dragon King, please calm down, I swear I am definitely not trying to trick you."

"If you don't want to help, then don't help. What I said just now, you think I'm farting."

"Well... if you don't want to see me, I'll go back first. If you have any orders, just give them."

After speaking, the old beggar Hong Qigong returned directly to Ye Wudao's body.