Mr. Rabbit

Blood.

Red blood seeped from the wound, dripping onto the floor.

It was August, the season of Great Heat. The air was hot and stifling, yet Chen Feng was drenched in cold sweat.

He had thought that with his alternate character, he could do whatever he wanted. It wouldn't matter if it died.

After all, Liu Xiaohu would be the one dying. What did that have to do with Chen Feng?

Never in his wildest dreams had he expected a monster to bypass his Liu Xiaohu incarnation and find his real body.

Cihang City was one hell of a stage. If you didn't have cheats, don't bother showing up.

Just kidding. Even if you had cheats, stay away.

After drinking Chen Feng's blood, Mr. Rabbit stretched his three-part mouth into a grin and burst out laughing:

"Heh-heh-heh-heh-heh-heh."

It was hard to describe how awful that laugh sounded. Dry, cold, and full of malice, it sent a shiver down his spine with every syllable.

"What the fuck are you laughing at?"

Chen Feng had once thought that if he ever got a spirit-pet system, he might raise a dragon. Being a dragon rider would be seriously cool.

But raising a rabbit? No thanks.

Chen Feng didn't dislike rabbits. He just preferred them spicy or braised.

"I don't know how you found me, but you're not welcome here!"

Chen Feng reached out with his left hand, grabbed Mr. Rabbit by a long ear, and lifted him. Then he drew back his right arm and smashed him into a rabbit pancake with one heavy punch.

But he wasn't done.

Chen Feng flung the rabbit pancake onto the floor and stomped on it twice for good measure. Only when it stopped moving completely did he let up.

"This is trouble."

Although he had killed