Run Sheng sat down in front of him: "I'm thirsty, I'd like a sip of water."
Master Lion sneered, opening the lid of his teapot, and immediately various damp centipedes and other insects crawled out.
The color of the tea in the cup earlier wasn't caused by tea leaves.
Master Lion fiddled back and forth with his fingers, pushing all the poisonous insects attempting to escape back in, closed the lid again, pushed the teapot forward, and looked at Run Sheng.
He had assumed Run Sheng would be scared enough to back off or even fall off the stool in a panic, which would have been understandable.
Unexpectedly, Master Lion saw the tall, burly young man in front of him not only unafraid, but even swallowing expectantly.
"Thank you."
Run Sheng picked up the teapot pushed in front of him, didn't pour the tea into a cup, but directly opened the lid, tipped his head back, and with a "glug glug," poured tea and poisonous insects directly into his mouth.
