"Sister, you can go in peace."
Zi Ji's mouth was stuffed to the brim, her words slurred beyond recognition, yet her excitement was unmistakable.
"The future of the Soul Beast Clan… mmph… is in my hands!"
As she spoke, she slapped her ample chest with greasy palms, wearing an expression of righteous self-sacrifice.
"I'll eat everything here—your share included!"
Everyone: "..."
At that moment, every mind in Feng Ran Pavilion collectively blue-screened.
Hu Liena's small mouth hung open, milk tea forgotten halfway to her lips.
Qian Daoliu and Bo Saixi stood rigid at the entrance, faces frozen like two newly erected stone statues.
Even Lin Feng, who had been casually flirting with Bibi Dong a second ago, couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.
He had seen many things in his life.
But watching someone celebrate over a dying companion while looting the table?
That was new.
This wasn't just refusing to help—it was practically dancing on a grave while hosting a buffet.
Zi Ji, however, was utterly immersed in her triumph.
Her eyes saw only food.
Her ears heard only her own victorious laughter.
Bi Ji?
Who was that twitching thing on the floor? Didn't ring a bell.
"Mine! The Dragon Tendon is mine!"
Her hands moved like afterimages, dragging the entire plate of stir-fried Dragon Tendon toward her.
"And the ribs too!"
Her other hand shot out, hauling over the Red Dragon Ribs.
"It's all mine! Hahahahaha—!"
But just as she prepared to devour the spoils of victory and officially proclaim herself champion—
Her smile froze.
The tender, fragrant piece of Dragon meat lodged firmly in her throat.
It wouldn't go up.
It wouldn't go down.
"Uh…?"
The manic laughter cut off mid-note.
A strange, hoarse gasp escaped her lips.
Like Bi Ji before her, Zi Ji suddenly clutched her own neck, eyes bulging with shock and confusion.
As if silently asking the heavens:
Why me?
Under the numb—and faintly amused—gazes of everyone present, her legs gave out.
Thump.
Zi Ji slid off her chair and collapsed beside Bi Ji.
The scene was… uncanny.
Two bodies.
Same posture.
Same full-body convulsions.
Same legs kicking in the air.
Same mouths stretched wide, gasping desperately for breath.
The only difference was that Zi Ji's spasms were even more violent.
For a brief moment—
On the smooth floor of Feng Ran Pavilion—
Two peerless Vicious Beasts lay side by side, twitching in perfect synchronization like freshly landed fish.
The atmosphere was… oddly harmonious.
Silence fell.
Every pair of eyes stared at the two perfectly aligned, convulsing beauties on the floor.
These weren't nobodies.
They were Titled Douluo-level existences. Super beasts. World-shakers.
Normally, even if something was funny, no one here would laugh.
Unless—
They really, really couldn't help it.
"Pfft!"
Someone finally broke.
That single laugh was like striking a flint.
The next second—
"Hahahahahahaha!!"
"I can't—my stomach hurts!!"
"Help! Where did these two clowns crawl out from?!"
The entire Feng Ran Pavilion exploded into laughter.
Even Bibi Dong, who moments ago had been drowning in jealousy, couldn't maintain her composure anymore.
She glanced at the two "peerless Vicious Beasts" writhing in perfect sync, then recalled how she had genuinely felt threatened by such creatures earlier.
It was humiliating.
Utterly humiliating.
Lowering her status as the main wife.
Embarrassing beyond words.
Among the roaring laughter, only one person didn't laugh.
Ah Yin.
She looked at the two Spirit Beasts rolling their eyes on the ground, her large, watery eyes filled with concern.
After all, they were Spirit Beasts too—same roots, same origin.
Why be so cruel to each other?
Besides, choking because the food was too delicious wasn't exactly a capital crime.
She gently poked her index fingers together, hesitated for a moment, then tugged lightly at Lin Feng's sleeve.
"Um… Master…"
Her voice was soft and careful.
"Should we… help them?"
Lin Feng raised an eyebrow.
To be honest, with the terrifying physiques of Vicious Beasts, choking to death on food was about as likely as him getting bricked by a God King while taking a stroll.
Low.
But not zero.
And… these were guests.
Letting two of them die choking in his restaurant would be bad for business.
After a brief consideration, Lin Feng gave Ah Yin an approving look and nodded.
Permission granted.
Ah Yin's worried expression instantly eased.
She lifted her skirt and trotted over with quick, careful steps toward the two still-twitching bodies.
All laughter gradually died down.
Everyone leaned forward, eyes shining with curiosity.
They wanted to see what method this gentle, plant-type Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Beast would use to save lives.
A life-saving treasure?
A transfer of pure life force?
Some miraculous healing art?
Ah Yin squatted down and extended her slender fingers, first poking Bi Ji's cheek, then Zi Ji's.
No response.
Both continued twitching.
She tilted her head, confusion written plainly across her face.
What… now?
She didn't seem to know how to save people either.
Just as anticipation began to sour into doubt—
Ah Yin's eyes lit up.
Oh!
Their throats were blocked.
So if she knocked the blockage out…
Wouldn't that solve everything?
The logic was simple.
Direct.
Flawless.
The next second—
Under the collective, widening eyes of everyone present—
This gentle, kind, harmless-looking Spirit Beast slowly clenched her small fists.
She raised them.
Aimed carefully.
And—
Bang!
Bang!
Two dull, solid punches landed squarely on flesh.
"Pfft!"
"Pfft!"
Two half-chewed, saliva-soaked lumps of meat shot cleanly out of Bi Ji's and Zi Ji's mouths.
Mission accomplished?
Not quite.
The force behind those "gentle" punches clearly exceeded all expectations.
Bi Ji and Zi Ji arched violently, eyes nearly popping from their sockets.
Their limbs stiffened.
Heads tilted.
And then—
They stopped moving.
Completely.
The restaurant fell silent once more.
Everyone stared at the two freshly motionless bodies lying neatly side by side, arranged like a crime scene.
Then they looked at Ah Yin—
Who was still clenching her fists, her face wearing an innocent, "I did great, right?" expression.
Everyone: "..."
At this point, there was only one conclusion.
Girl, your intentions are pure.
But your way of saving people…
Is a little too hardcore.
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