Darius hung in midair, swaying unhurriedly like a maggot.
A closer look revealed a black eye.
To beg Chen Yi for something to eat,
Darius had pestered Chen Yi for thirty-four hours straight.
Even Chen Yi lost his temper and beat Darius up.
The kind where every punch landed solidly.
As Darius took the beating, he clung desperately to Chen Yi's leg. "If you beat me, you can't let me go hungry! Otherwise, where are you going to find such a perfect punching bag?"
Chen Yi laughed in exasperation.
Though Darius was hanging there now, a phantom stood beside him, leisurely brushing honey onto the roasted leg of some unknown creature.
"Gasp!"
"My dear Lord Luowen is a mage, isn't he? Why do his bare fists hurt so much?"
"But! He might make a small profit, but I'll never lose out!"
As for where the honey came from?
Naturally, he had snuck into a world and stolen it from some low-rank being.
The honey's energy level was low, nowhere near the enhanced meat Chen Yi had made, but it was still a decent seasoning.
He had lived a hard life for tens of thousands of years. Did they think he enjoyed tricking low-ranks into offering sacrifices before eating them? He simply had no choice.
Now that he had a choice, couldn't he enjoy himself a little?
Wait.
Why did the hair on his back suddenly stand on end?
When he turned around, more than a dozen pairs of green-glowing eyes were staring at him.
No, they were staring at the meat in his hand.
Darius hurriedly took a huge bite. "Mine! It's all mine!"
Even through the muffled words, his meaning came across clearly.
Hei Quan wiped the corner of his mouth. "Brother, I'm a Rank 7, more or less.