"If I find out you've been secretly helping those two little bastards from the Winged Lion Clan behind our backs again, do you believe I'll chop them into pieces and feed them to you?" The one speaking was a tall, vulgar male. He was quite large, and his exposed skin was covered in a crisscross of hideous scars that were frightening to look at.
There was no need to ask; this guy was clearly an aggressive brawler. Moreover, Sweet Ring noticed that this Winged Tiger Clan male was a Level 15 Superpower! 'I wonder if Father can beat him.'
Ding Yin's face went pale. She nodded repeatedly and mumbled, "I won't. They're grown up now and can find their own food. I don't need to worry about them. You can rest assured."
"Hmph, that's more like it," the Winged Tiger Beastman snorted coldly. His eyes grew hazy as he grabbed her and began dragging her into the nearby woods.
"Don't, I haven't finished the laundry..." Ding Yin's voice was filled with an unspeakable terror.
