"If they don't provoke me, all is well, but if they dare to mess with me, I'll make sure they each meet a gruesome end!" Zhang Xiaohao's eyes turned cold, declaring with murderous intent.
"Red believes in you, my lord," said Red.
"My lord, hurry and eat! The food won't taste as good when it's cold."
"Hmm." Zhang Xiaohao smiled slightly.
Extinguishing the panda in his hand, he accepted the red wine passed by Red, took a sip, then picked up his chopsticks and began eating.
"My lord, should we just barge in, or how should we proceed?" Red asked.
"Let's just fly straight over!" Zhang Xiaohao thought for a moment and said.
"Okay." Red nodded and resumed eating.
Four hours later.
Zhang Xiaohao and Red put down their chopsticks.
"Hide in my sleeve first, and I'll let you out once we've passed the Thousand Army Alliance Fortress," Zhang Xiaohao said.
"Red listens to my lord," Red replied.
"Universe in the Sleeve!" Zhang Xiaohao growled softly.
