"How are you feeling?"
Xia Hongmian spoke.
"..."
Lin Baici didn't reply immediately, unsure of the intent behind her question.
Surely she wasn't asking about how a God tastes, right?
If she were,
the answer would undoubtedly be: pretty good.
Lin Baici was already stuffed, yet he still wanted more.
"Pretty easy to kill!"
Lin Baici smiled faintly.
Xia Hongmian walked over, standing shoulder to shoulder with Lin Baici, gazing at the corpse lying on the ground.
Lin Baici's muscles tightened instinctively. Though Xia Hongmian showed no hostility, Lin Baici couldn't shake a massive unease.
It was like standing next to a lion—it might not intend to hunt you, but you couldn't ignore its presence.
Who could guarantee the lion wouldn't bite in the next moment?
To put it bluntly, being with Xia Hongmian gave Lin Baici no sense of security—a feeling of uneasiness from being a creature at the bottom of the food chain.
