"Master, if I shave my head, wouldn't that make me a monk? That would insult the monks!"
The foodie munched on noodles, yet spoke very clearly.
Ji Ruyan shot it a glance, "Then according to you, what should we do?"
"Since they're a bunch of idiots as dumb as pigs, of course we should just beat them into pig heads!"
Ji Ruyan pondered for a moment, then nodded in agreement, "Hmm. Good idea, I'll leave it to you then!"
Huh?
Isn't the master supposed to do it?
Why does it have to handle it by itself?
The foodie looked at Ji Ruyan, who gestured for it to get on with it.
Alright, the world is vast, but the master is the greatest!
No choice since the master holds its lifeline—food.
If it doesn't behave, the master will cut off its supply, and that's unthinkable.
At that moment, the two palm-sized little fellows transformed directly into white spheres, charging their butts at those people ferociously, pounding the few young men in white into pig-headed faces.
