Finally, the Little Qilin, at the cost of nearly choking himself, barely caught up to the speed of the Iron-eating Beast Ball's eating.
Watching the creature sitting across, licking its paws, it appeared to have an insatiable look.
The Little Qilin was taken aback.
Quickly took three mouthfuls, swallowing all the remaining five or six good fruits.
The Iron-eating Beast Ball looked full of regret on its face, but said: "Why eat so hastily."
"I won't snatch your good fruits to eat."
"You won't?"
"At least not now."
"Hmph!"
The two little creatures started bickering again, the Old Qilin lying there, feeling that even the night, which originally seemed overly quiet, was somewhat peaceful. He raised his eyes to look over there, where a youth in a tight outfit, covered with a dark cloak stood, frost upon his sleeves, having stood there for quite some time.
The Little Qilin ate a hearty meal before noticing Li Guanyi's presence.
