"Haha... a pathetic beast, daring to compare itself to humans? Such arrogance! See that despair in your eyes? Just die quietly!"
Zhao Gongming laughed heartily, the sharp scissors in his hand plunging fiercely toward the wild boar.
"Zzzla!"
Almost at the same moment.
A very sharp cutting sound suddenly rang out.
"Gululu," the blood-spattered head rolled off Zhao Gongming's neck, "thud," and fell to the ground.
The corner of Zhao Gongming's mouth still held a trace of a smile, his expression extremely ferocious, seemingly completely unaware of what just happened.
The sword strike was peerlessly graceful, as fast as lightning, slicing through Zhao Gongming's neck, directly severing it.
Zhao Gongming was oblivious.
"Roast suckling pig, there's no chance for you to eat it now."
