"Get them two larger chairs." Shen Yanxiao still had a conscience and did not let them sit down on the spot.
The two dwarves immediately went to find a larger stool, but what they could find were just their dining tables.
The two strong men could only sit at the small table. If they wanted to eat, they could only bend their backs.
There was no need to mention how stifled they felt.
Comrade Bian, who had a paralyzed face, was in a better state between the two. But the Dragon God, on the other hand, had already left the bad impression of "this guy insults the dwarves" on Momo Li and others. Now, although he was hanging the death exemption medallion of Shen Yanxiao's friend, the dwarves' eyes on him were also quite unfriendly.
He already felt very cramped, and now he was surrounded by a group of dwarves with a disgusted expression. The Dragon God's heart was about to break.
