“Women, long hair, short knowledge.”
Huang Teng shook his head. “There are people from the Shi demon race here. Beating you is still very easy. Do you really think you are a god of War?”
Wu Qi ignored him and sat cross-legged.
Huang Teng, on the other hand, was squatting on the ground. His front and back legs were spread apart, looking very much like a starting movement.
Wu Qi did not care. Civilized Masters and warriors fought in different ways.
Huang Teng threw a piece of meat to Wu Qi. Wu Qi did not refuse. He did not care whether it was washed or not. He took a bite and said calmly, “Huang Teng, you have been following me for the past two days. What is the meaning of this? Don’t talk to me about protection!”
