Miss, Your Heart Is Good, But Your Methods Are Too Hardcore!

"Sis, go without worry."

Zi Ji's mouth was stuffed full of meat, making her words muffled, but everyone could hear the excitement in her voice.

"The future of the soul beast race is in my hands!"

As she spoke, she patted her ample chest with her greasy hand, wearing an expression of righteous determination.

"I'll eat all the dishes here, including your share!"

Everyone: "..."

Everyone in the restaurant felt their brains crash.

Hu Liena's little mouth hung open, and she even forgot to sip from the straw in her milk tea.

Qian Daoliu and Bo Saixi stood at the entrance, their expressions as stiff as two stone statues.

Even Lin Feng, who had just been flirting with Bibi Dong, could not help raising an eyebrow.

They had never seen anything this outrageous in their lives.

Standing by and refusing to help would have been mild enough. This was practically dancing on someone's grave while helping herself to the funeral feast.

Meanwhile, Zi Ji was already completely immersed in the revelry of victory.

Her eyes saw only food, and her ears heard only her own triumphant laughter.

Bi Ji?

Who was that person convulsing on the floor? Never met her.

"Mine! The dragon sinew is mine!"

Her hands became blurs as she pulled the entire plate of stir-fried dragon sinew in front of herself.

"The ribs are mine too!"

Her other hand did not stay idle either, directly dragging over the plate of red dragon ribs.

"They're all mine! Hahahaha!"

However, just as she was about to swallow the fruits of her victory and completely declare her dominance—

The smile on her face froze.

That fragrant, tender piece of dragon meat seemed to take root in her throat. It could neither go up nor down, lodged firmly in place.

"Urgh..."