Hua Xi shot out a hand and grabbed Xuan Ying. "Listen here, Xuan Ying. What's the deal with you always trying to get fresh with our Female Master?" With that, he let out a derisive laugh.
"By all rights, snake skin isn't supposed to be all that thick."
"They say a peacock that falls in the water is lower than a chicken—" Xuan Ying shot him a cold glance, raising a hand. A ball of ice-blue water began to gather in his palm.
"Believe it or not, I can turn you into a drowned rat right now."
Hua Xi nonchalantly waved his Seven-Colored Feather Fan. "In that case, I wouldn't mind turning you into a roasted snake."
He reached up to scratch his chin, putting on a pained expression. "But let's see... how many pieces should I chop you into? Should I season you with cumin, make you spicy hot, or maybe salt and pepper style... one snake prepared two ways, or maybe three..."
