1649 You Are Dunzhu's Boy Friend?

"Nonsense!!" The childlike voice chastised like an elder.

The Little Despot's face was frigid and his eyes were like icy water as he stared at Feng Chen. "Do you know how many years this old man has lived? How dare you call this old man little fellow!! Do you not want to live anymore?"

"How old are you?" Feng Chen inquired curiously, "Oh yeah, do you know where Dunzhu, the previous gatekeeper of the 14th level, went?"

"Oh, you are the boy friend Dunzhu, that punk, had to protect even if it meant betraying Heavenly Law—Feng Chen!"

His Excellency Feng Chen: How peculiar? Why didn't this sound quite right either??

"You want to know where he is?" The Little Despot suddenly smiled at Feng Chen.

However, he was much better off not smiling. His fake smile that only consisted of tugging the corner of his mouth really gave one the shivers.

The Little Despot suddenly turned his hand over, and a transparent earth-type cage appeared in his palm.

Upon careful examination, one could see a miniature transparent figure the size of a sparrow gripping the dirt bars of the cage while wailing tearfully, "Feng Chen, Feng Chen. Quickly save me, save me!"

Feng Chen twitched his mouth uncontrollably. "Dunzhu, what happened to you??"

"The Little Despot destroyed my corporeal body. He didn't even spare my divine conscious, wuwuwu! He said he would lock me up for a thousand years! And even, even made me wuwuwu… I can't even kill myself! Wuahhh! My dignity, my honor, everything I was in the past has crumbled to dust with my corporeal body's destruction!"

They watched the tiny transparent man inside the dirt prison blubbering while beating his chest and stamping his feet.

Mo Lian was expressionless.

On the other hand, Feng Chen couldn't bear to look at him directly.

"When did you get locked up?"

"Just the year before last!" That tiny man gesticulated, "Feng Chen, Feng Chen you must save me! You don't know how malicious the Little Despot is. This dirt prison is not as serene as it looks! This dirt prison launches a divine conscious attack at me every day. It's so scary, so scary, so scary!!"

"Let me out quickly! I don't want to stay inside this pitch-dark place anymore!"

Before Dunzhu could finish ranting, the Little Despot shoved the dirt prison back into his sleeve. He gazed nonchalantly at Feng Chen with callous eyes. "You want to save him? Then use your life to exchange for his!"

Feng Chen shook his head like a rattle-drum and declared resolutely, "No way."

The Little Despot's expression immediately turned a bit queer. He said disdainfully while giving Feng Chen an apathetic look, "Humans truly are selfish creatures! You fool, did you hear that? The person you let out from the Punishment Tower behind Heavenly Law's back time and time again does not know how to repay gratitude."

The Little Despot patted his left sleeve, as if calling Dunzhu's attention.

Dunzhu was silent.

Imagining Dunzhu to be utterly disappointed, the Little Despot couldn't help but lift the corner of his mouth. He even gave a mocking smile. "Feng Chen, since you've come back again, you can stay inside the punishment area forever."

"Ha ha." Feng Chen flung out several hundred wood spikes without room for objection.

Those wood spikes launched at the Little Despot all at once. They formed a semicircle around him and practically engulfed his entire body.

"How can the light of a firefly outshine the sun and moon!" The Little Despot declared icily.

Seemingly not moving at all, he merely stomped his foot lightly, and the wood spikes that had formed a semicircle around him all crumbled into fine powder.