Little Stone felt that he was at a natural disadvantage when it came to arguing.
For example, right now. Though he was viciously threatening the other party, he had to tilt his head up, while the other only had to lower his head to look down on him. He keenly felt the agony of being short. He truly hoped that one day he would wake up already grown into an adult. Just thinking about having spent several thousand years as a child made him exhausted.
He reached out to stop the snake demon, who was about to draw her blade and start chopping people.
Little Stone rolled up his sleeves and pointed at the proud young man dressed in brocade and fine robes, flying into a rage.
"Look at how properly you're dressed, yet you actually spew bloody slander! You falsely accuse us of stealing something for no reason. Don't you know that food can't be eaten carelessly, and words can't be spoken carelessly either!"
Across from him, the young man who looked down on people through his nostrils sneered.
"Bullshit. The ship is full of useless trash waiting around to eat and die. If it wasn't you who stole it, could it have been them?"
His words were exceptionally rude and overbearing.
The sudden dispute drew countless gazes. Wandering ghosts and wild spirits even drifted closer with eerie, ghastly laughter. No one cared whether justice was on anyone's side.
So what if something had been stolen? The world was in chaos anyway, and there were no rules left to obey.
Those few sentences made the snake demon's blood grow hotter and hotter. She only wanted to draw her blade and hack the other man to death. It did not matter whether she could beat him; what mattered was fighting