At the edge of the Highlands, Donkey lay lazily atop a boulder, his four hooves sprawled beside him at bizarre angles as though they had been broken. He bared his teeth as he whistled, occasionally muttering and humming, "Can I eat you? My dear grandson!"
Barrel and Bilibili squatted nearby. A huge bonfire roasted a Highlands wild bull that had been thoroughly skinned and cleaned, filling the air with a rich fragrance. Drooling, Bilibili tore off a juicy, fragrant chunk of beef from a leg and casually tossed it toward Donkey on the rock.
Donkey's long tongue curled slightly, rolling the rich, juicy beef into his mouth.
After chewing with a few smacks of his lips, Donkey suddenly covered his eyes with his two front hooves. "How pitiful!"
With a thunderous bang, Lin Qi was viciously knocked to the ground by Grennan. Empty-handed, Grennan wrapped his arms around Lin Qi's neck like agile serpents and twisted them in an eerie lock. Lin Qi gave a muffled groan as he was forcibly flipped up from the ground, only to crash down flat on his back once more.
Had Lin Qi's body not been far tougher than Grennan had imagined, that cross-arm choke would have been enough to snap his neck.
Bilibili shook his head with a sorrowful look, then took a heavy bite of beef. "Great and pitiful Master! I think he should stick to those simple moves. Are the inherited martial arts of the barbarian race really so easy to cultivate?"
Shrugging, Bilibili lowered his voice and lightly pointed a finger at his own head. "I think Master's intelligence is better suited to simple, head-on moves. Things that complicated really aren't suitable for our Master!"
Donkey and Barrel exchanged a glance, then both shut their mouths without taking up Bilibili's