"What's going on, was something slipped into the food?" Shadow Kims was about to put the barbecue into his mouth when he saw Terry Moore fainting, and hurriedly stopped his movement.
The barbecue did smell really good.
But if something happens after eating it, it would be a huge loss.
"Isn't that right, Your Holiness, this is really scary." Hawthorne, holding the hot meat, felt a bit awkward.
"No worries, I didn't notice anything, I'm still eating." Julius Reed sat cross-legged in the snow, chewing while lifting up the barbecue in his hand.
"The way you say it, you'd even dare to flirt with Dragon Dance, who among us dares? Do you believe that if we just tease her a little, Dragon Dance could kill us?"
Shadow Kims gave him a sidelong glance.
The disparity between people can sometimes be quite vast.
