The Rabbit Beastman opened his mouth, but no sound came out. His face flashed from pale to livid.
He had never met a female beast with such a sharp tongue.
The wanderers who came by before were either meek and submissive or glared at him with fury, but this one was completely different.
She was calm and composed, her logic was clear, and every word she said hit its mark.
The Rabbit Beastman felt an unprecedented sense of helplessness, so angry he was practically bristling.
He wanted to curse, to roar back at her, but his mind was a chaotic mess, and he couldn't find the right words.
In the end, all he could do was stand there gasping for air, his chest heaving violently as his face turned a deep shade of purple.
Chu Jing finished her slice of watermelon, wiped her hands, and let out a comfortable sigh before slowly speaking.
