Whoosh!
The Firebird spat out a mouthful of flames. Before the Martial Emperor could react, he had already been roasted and completely blackened. Both his insides and outer skin were completely charred.
"Aiyaya," the little Vermillion Bird stared at the man on the ground as she spoke with a hint of dissatisfaction, "You've gone overboard with the roasting. I prefer it done medium well! Remember, don't grill too much! It won't be tasty that way."
Her words were like a stroke of lightning on a clear day and sent everyone into a daze.
No one had ever thought that this adorable little lolita before them would be capable of saying such cruel things.
Medium well?
It feels as though the dinner she was about to have is the members of the Snow Jade Bandits?
This is too terrifying!
