"Okay, okay, let go!" Feng Yiren snapped, because Mu Qingyi was truly pulling his hair as if he wanted to rip his whole fox dignity straight off his head.
Lin Huahua, who had only just been freed, stumbled back and stared at them with wide eyes. She had never expected the sweet gentle deer beastman to get this angry, and that alone was enough to tell her how serious he was.
Mu Qingyi looked ready to beat Feng Yiren right there.
The sight was so shocking that even Feng Yiren's tail had stopped moving from pain and alarm.
And he was so scared because although Mu Qingyi was a buck beastman, he was also a three striped beastman while Feng Yiren was just two!
The difference was far too great!
Lin Huahua immediately felt that this was very bad.
Very, very bad.
If these two actually started fighting, then this cave might not survive the morning.
So she rushed forward at once and grabbed Mu Qingyi's arm with both hands, her voice soft and pleading. "Please let go of him."
