The Blood-Born and the Picked-Up

Some were only at the True Essence Realm, two full tiers weaker than the beast perched on his shoulder.

There was a ninety-percent chance he was some pampered young master from a powerful clan, and the Demonic Beast had been bound by some secret art.

In the Capital City, there were three kinds of people one should not provoke.

One was the city guards and constables, one was hooligans and street thugs, and one was the spoiled young masters of powerful clans.

The King of Hell was easy to deal with; it was the little devils who were hard to handle.

With these three kinds of people, beat the small one and the big one came; beat the big one and the strong one came. The last kind, especially, was the most troublesome.

"Grilled meat~"

"Fragrant, sizzling grilled meat~"

"..."

As Qin He walked along, the aroma drifting from a smoking grilled-meat stall in the distance drew him in.

Once he approached, Qin He bought several skewers and held one out before Little Sable. Little Sable sniffed it, then shook its head and refused to eat.

Qin He casually pulled the skewer back and ate it himself. Chewing away, he found it tasted quite good. He just did not know what meat it was; it was wonderfully chewy, like beef tendon.

Lamborghini watched Qin He from the corner of its eye, waiting for him to feed it.

But one skewer, two skewers, three skewers—Qin He ate several in a row without any intention of giving it one.

The blatant unequal treatment made Lamborghini anxious. "Master, I want some too."

Among all the beasts by Master's side, who was the most special? That had to be Little Sable.

In terms of talent, Little Sable was unquestionably first. Even Wang Tie Zhu,