So don't make it sound so trivial!
Ling Hu glared at the human before him, eyes bulging, and snorted loudly.
Xiao Xiao met Ling Hu's fierce glare head-on.
His gaze remained calm.
In the end, Ling Hu looked away.
He didn't have time to stare into a human's eyes.
He would never admit that the human's stare had made him feel a little uneasy.
For some inexplicable reason, he felt guilty.
But cut off his flesh?
He would never agree to that!
Ling Hu shifted slightly.
He wanted to leave.
As for that human, who could blame him for showing up right in front of Ling Hu at the time?
Ling Hu had gone out of his way to hide.
So this couldn't be blamed on him.
It was all just a coincidence.
That human had simply been unlucky.
Who could he blame?
"Ke ke~"
A shrill, piercing cry tore through the sky.
A shadow fell over them.
Ling Hu's vision went dark.
Panic seized him, and his four hooves began to stamp wildly against the ground.
"Ling Hu."
The sudden voice made the flustered yao instinctively look toward its source.
The next second, the yao froze.
He saw it.
Above the human's head, a gigantic yao hovered with its wings spread.
Its jet-black feathers seemed to have sucked in all the light around them, gleaming with a dark, metallic sheen.
Its immense yao energy spread unchecked.
Its aura soared to the heavens.
Its presence was terrifying.
Ling Hu nearly buckled and fell to his knees.
At the last second, he managed to hold himself up.
He looked up at the enormous shadow that seemed almost big enough to burst through the pavilion's roof, his heart filled with shock and fear.
Where had this yao come from?