Fenrir, on the other hand, paid Kashu no mind and continued focusing on what was in the pot.
During the time Kashu was talking, he had already eaten a few more pieces of tofu.
Compared to these two guys, the human-demon Kafir was a bit more refined.
Watching him chew slowly like a young girl, Yang Yan inexplicably felt a chill run down his spine.
"Damn it, I can't eat anymore, I can't eat anymore! What kind of people are these guys I know?"
Yang Yan, feeling a bit of a headache, placed his chopsticks on the table and got up to walk towards the door.
"Where are you going?"
Kashu asked, puzzled.
"Going out for some air. Just seeing the three of you gives me a headache."
Yang Yan said loudly.
Watching Yang Yan's departing figure, the others didn't say much and continued to focus on what's in the pot.
From time to time, the howling of wolves and the roaring of men could be heard.
The island, while not overly large, was certainly not small either.
