Fei Qingsu tapped his fingers against the chair and answered nonchalantly, "Medium-rare."
The Wuyuan Wolf sneezed several times in a row. Its fluffy tail, which had been standing high, immediately drooped, and its limbs tensed as a sense of overwhelming crisis washed over it. Just as it was about to flee, Fei Qingsu opened his hand and made a gripping motion in the Void.
It was as if the wolf had been grabbed by the scruff of its neck by fate; it appeared out of thin air before Fei Qingsu.
Chapter 147