(I'm truly sorry, everyone. The company's year-end business conference has left me with far too much to do... I've been so exhausted lately that I fall asleep as soon as I get home. I really can't guarantee updates these next few days... I'll still be working overtime on Saturday and Sunday... Things should get better after the meeting this Sunday.)
Mu Fan had just breathed a sigh of relief when he saw terror surge into the eyes of the absurdly muscular "woman" opposite him. She turned and ran.
"Come back!"
Mu Fan stepped forward, grabbed her shoulder, and yanked her back hard.
Her heavy body was actually lifted into the air by Mu Fan's one hand before she landed squarely on the ground.
Thud!
Mu Fan felt the ground beneath his feet tremble heavily.
This time, Salan truly behaved herself. She sat on the ground and did not dare move.
Was it really so exhausting just to have a proper conversation?
Mu Fan felt utterly helpless. He simply sat down across from Salan, met her gaze, and spoke with firm resolve.
"Let me emphasize this one more time! I'm not going to eat you! I don't have a habit of eating people!"
As he said it, Mu Fan felt that he must have looked utterly ridiculous.
Black was still laughing as though he might die from it.
"Anyway, I can't beat you... If you say you won't eat me, then you won't eat me..."
Salan muttered softly.
Yet what she considered "softly" was deafening in Mu Fan's ears.
For a moment, Mu Fan nearly stood up and kicked her flying.
"First, tell me this: who told you that outsiders eat people?"
This question had now risen to the unquestioned top of Mu Fan's priorities. If he did not figure it