Views on the Demon Race

Upon hearing Xu Yan's words, Hu Li nearly spat out a mouthful of old blood.

Damn, there really is a new roasted chicken shop on that street, and they're really giving away roasted chickens?

If he had known, he would have gone to eat a few roasted chickens himself. But now, all he could do was leave in silence, briskly walking away without responding to Xu Yan.

Seeing the black-clothed figure leaving quickly, Xu Yan, still holding the roasted chicken, entered the shop alone.

He had just cut the roasted chicken in half, intending to share it as usual with Su Jiu'er when a voice from the inner hall spoke up. Soon after, the woman walked out, her gaze locking onto the roasted chicken on the table.