Bun, on the other hand, had a sullen expression on his face. He stared at Blood Chef with a sharp gaze. His calmness and composure did not seem like that of a three-and-a-half-year-old child at all.
"I'm talking about a dead body. I didn't say whether this corpse belongs to a human or a demon beast, but you just said the words 'dead person'! In other words, you admit that you smell like a dead person. Why does a living person like you smell like a dead person?"
"I don't care what the hell you are. You're reeking of death. Stay away from my mother and sister. Otherwise, I'll teach you a lesson!"
He was clearly a little packrat, but his tone was filled with an aura that could not be underestimated.
Blood Chef had lived for so many years. Being threatened by a child of a few years old naturally made her feel a little vicious.
"Oh? I want to see how a little kid like you who hasn't even grown much hair will make me teach me a lesson!"
