Time ticked by, second by second, and Qi Yuan finished the watermelon, holding the rind in his hand and wondering, "There's no trash can, where should I throw the watermelon skin?"
Qi Yuan had good manners and didn't litter.
Especially with something like watermelon skin, which could cause someone to slip and fall easily. If someone got injured, he'd have to pay compensation.
Huo Mushi blinked upon hearing Qi Yuan's words.
Is this what people from the Capital City are like?
Their concerns are so strange.
"No worries, few people come here, only members of the Demon Clan.
Even if someone slips, it's just a demon falling." An Qiao said.
"Makes sense." Only then did Qi Yuan toss the watermelon skin away.
At that moment, footsteps approached, mingled with a robust voice.
"Brother Qi, these two Pig Demons have been slain, is their Essence Blood... enough?"
Not far away, Bald Yang Xing was approaching, holding a wild pig in each hand.
