And when His Highness found his mouth bland and wanted a little something to go with his wine, he might well take a fancy to that exquisite flesh and bone of yours.
Thus, although His Highness had swallowed a lesser demon alive, everyone continued doing what they had been doing, just as before.
Those chatting and laughing went on chatting and laughing; those exchanging toasts went on exchanging toasts.
Just like those dozens of clam spirits, everyone in the hall seemed not to have noticed a living lesser demon disappear.
Except Cui Jiuyang, who was still inappropriately holding his head up and looking at Ao Han.
Ao Han paused slightly in the act of drinking, then half narrowed his drunken, hazy Golden Vertical Pupils and swept his gaze toward the side door through which the group had just entered.
A powerful turtle claw suddenly pressed down on Cui Jiuyang's crab head, forcibly pushing him down into his seat.
Then a cup giving off a strong aroma of wine was thrust heavily before him.
Ao Dongping snapped in a low voice, "What are you staring at? Have you had enough of living?"
Feeling the hard, cold pearwood chair beneath his backside, Cui Jiuyang looked at the anxious expression on the old sea turtle's face and offered an apologetic smile. "My apologies, Lord Ao. This humble one... this is my first time witnessing His Highness's heavenly might, and for a moment, I truly forgot my manners."
Ao Dongping thrust the cup in his hand into Cui Jiuyang's pincer without allowing any argument, then clinked the cup in his other hand hard against it and scolded him in exasperation. "You crab usually seem quite sharp. How did you become so stupid tonight?"
Ao Han was already half drunk, and his mind was not