"Don't make a move! You even treated me to a meal..."
Zhen Bei was utterly terrified of this fearsome white dragon. Being dragged into another world to absorb Killing Intent would have been one thing, but she actually wanted to stuff an entire ancient battlefield, where Gods and Devils and divine beasts had slaughtered one another in a brutal war, into him—calling it "slowly refining it." It was simply devoid of all conscience!
The Dragon Gate lay placid and still, utterly unable to activate a passage back to Earth. There was no escape.
He was not lying. When Bai Yujun had first set up her Monster Burrito stall, she really had treated Zhen Bei to a meal. Yet it sounded strange—shouldn't one be begging for mercy by treating the other party to dinner?
If he really had to treat a dragon to a meal, poor Zhen Bei could sell off the fat pigs, cattle, sheep, and farmland back home and still not have enough.
The enormous dragon head lowered to look down at the tiny figure. Her dragon ears swayed as she listened to the little fellow chatter away. Bai Yujun preferred her true form; only circumstances had forced her to maintain human form for so long. More often, she was half-human and half-dragon. Remaining human for too long dulled the luster of her snow-white, jade-like scales, so frequently assuming her true form was good for maintaining them.
"A meal?"
Her left claw braced against the ground while she raised her right claw to rub her chin.
Sparks flew from claw scales scraping against one another.
She shook her head, then slammed her right claw heavily onto the ground, bouncing several unlucky people beside her half a meter into the air before they hit the ground. They howled in pain,