Just as Medusa had scooped up a barrel of milk tea from the burly man, an ethereal and melodious voice rang out like heavenly music!
"Little she-snake, give that milk tea to this king, or this king won't mind stepping in to slaughter you."
Hearing this, Medusa's large head furrowed its brows. Medusa's chest ached—both of them hurt. This white-haired stinky girl was really pushing her luck! Breathe in, breathe out, don't get angry, Little Snake, don't get angry. The little girl is pitiful and cute, and since the barrel is so big, sharing a cup with you won't hurt.
Chapter 348