"B-barbecue?" The fattie almost peed his pants right there.
"N-no, no way! I have terrible taste!" He stumbled back a step, waving his pudgy hands frantically in front of his body.
"Do you know how I got all this fat? That mortal creation called fast food!—the deadliest food there is, the worst kind of food! My meat is probably nothing but greasy, low-quality fat!"
"Hahaha! Relax, fatso, I'm just messing with you. Human meat is terrible."
The enormous tiger—half beast, half man—let out a thunderous laugh, reaching out one gigantic hand to ruffle Xiaohu's hair as if petting a cub.
To Qingyi, who could send Bai Hu Lie off to the land of dreams with a few punches, and to other geniuses of the same caliber, jokes like that were easy to shrug off.
To someone like Xiaohu, however, Bai Hu Lie was basically a cruel, bloodthirsty beast ready to kill him at any moment.
"Come on, have a drink. Today's a great day, and I'm not in the mood to kill."
