"Well, you better watch yourself, because this hunting festival is not like the little fights among children at your academy. If you fall into the hands of those Demon Lords by accident, you might regret ever living in this world," Yan Xu said with a smile.
After saying this, Yan Xu's laughter became sharper, as if in his eyes, Zhu Minglang and Luo Shaoyan were nothing more than two little brats.
Luo Shaoyan, dissatisfied, didn't dare to be as presumptuous in front of Yan Xu as before.
Sitting in an empty seat, Luo Shaoyan sulkily drank his wine and said to Zhu Minglang, "I wanted to introduce you to a few beauties. They are all from noble families. If you could hook up with one, you might be able to struggle less over the years. Too bad they don't seem to fancy us."
"It doesn't matter, I prefer a bit of tranquility," Zhu Minglang replied.
