Tian Buyi stood in front of Luo Yunji, smelling the fragrance wafting from behind him, and the corners of his mouth twitched twice. "That brat really doesn't care about time or place when he eats!"
By the time Luo Yunji finished his bag of food, the righteous and demonic sides were still arguing.
Little Fatty threw away the oiled paper in his hand, clapped his hands, then shouted somewhat impatiently, "You're not those old pedants in the Imperial City. If you can fight, then stop bickering!"
The crisp, childish voice instantly made the entire field fall so silent that a dropped needle could be heard.
Everyone from both the righteous and demonic paths turned their eyes toward Luo Yunji.
"Is that something a righteous-path brat like you should be saying?" That was what most of the demonic-path people were thinking.
"This young hero must have misspoken! No, that's not right! I must have heard wrong!" Most of the righteous-path people began hypnotizing themselves in their hearts.
"I'm coming!" Luo Yunji shouted, then rushed out like a wild horse off the reins. With a flick of his hand, the red skull smashed toward Baidu Zi, who was even shorter than him.
"Damn it! Everything's gone completely off the rails!" The people on both the righteous and demonic sides were all stunned by Luo Yunji's wildly unreasonable move.
"What are you standing there for! Hurry up and drag Little Junior Brother back!" He Dazhi shouted at the senior and junior brothers beside him, cold sweat breaking out across his forehead. As he spoke, he was already chasing after him.
Once someone took the lead, the righteous and demonic sides really did stop wasting words, rolled up their sleeves, and started fighting!
Zhang Xiaofan had already moved to protect Little Fatty the moment