Your bird bit me, yet you said that was between you and your bird and had nothing to do with me. What kind of logic was that?
If your own bird got another girl pregnant and you still said it was between the two of them and had nothing to do with you, every woman in the world would definitely curse you as a scumbag, right?
Lin Cang Hai himself was handsome, so he was also a textbook example of a face-con.
Looks were everything. Looks were justice.
The moment he saw the barbarian's face—or rather, before he had even gotten a clear look at it—he knew the man could not be a good person. After all, he raised a massive eagle that was clearly no good bird.
When beating a dog, one looked to its owner. When being beaten by a bird, one likewise had to look at its owner. Even the bird relied on its master's power to run wild and commit all kinds of evil, so how could its owner be an innocent commoner?
When roaming the martial world, if one could not beat someone, one should do one's best to reason with them. What if the other party happened to be an idiot?
Lin Cang Hai decided to reason with the barbarian. Pointing at the Gu Diao, which was glaring at him like a tiger eyeing its prey and could pounce at any moment to tear him into pieces and eat him, he said, "Is that your bird?"
The barbarian glanced at the Gu Diao and said, "We're friends."
"Friends?" Lin Cang Hai let out one cold laugh after another. "Your friend dragged me here and nearly ate me, and you're actually saying that has nothing to do with you?"
"What does it have to do