"Let him go!" Feng Lianqing's expression was dark as he pointed his long sword at the leopard.
"Heh…" The leopard let out a cold snort. His voice sounded scornful and contemptuous.
"Each one of you humans is detestable. You enjoy killing and have murdered a lot of spirit beasts in our tribe! Why are you allowed to murder our kind, but we can't kill you, humans, instead? This little fatty will be dessert for my brothers. I won't return him to you."
When the little fatty heard the spirit beast speaking human language, he panicked in fright. The second half of the leopard's words made the little boy soil himself a little. It was disgusting.
"I'm not delicious. I'm really not delicious. I only have fats. Why didn't you target them instead of me?"
There were obviously a lot more people back there, but why did the leopard choose him?
"Shut up! If you keep crying, I'll swallow you now!" The leopard warned ferociously.
