"Sorry, I don't think that's enough. You have to finish it all; you must have a big appetite, don't you? This little bit surely can't satisfy you,"
Ning Fan's smile was incredibly sincere as he squatted down, giving Qiu Shantian lying on the ground a slight smile and spoke slowly.
But in Qiu Shantian's eyes, Ning Fan had simply become the embodiment of the devil.
Looking at his calm yet bloodthirsty eyes, Qiu Shantian shuddered inside and screamed, "Don't kill me, I'll eat, I'll eat, okay?"
Having done it once before, he felt somewhat numb to the process.
This time, Qiu Shantian seemed to have completely given up his dignity. To survive, he began gobbling down the paper printed with "Sick Man of East Asia," chewing and swallowing as if he were savoring one of the rarest delicacies in the world.
