"Can't eat my head."
Lu Jin'an gently exhaled, reaching out to touch Zhiyu's head. His fingers gradually tightened, and when he used fifty percent of his strength, Zhiyu's expression finally changed.
"Master, it hurts..."
Zhiyu looked at Lu Jin'an with wide eyes: "It hurts..."
"First, I am not your master; second, if you had bitten me just now, it would have been far more painful than this." Lu Jin'an continued to increase the strength, feeling no burden at heart.
Although Zhiyu was still young, the Candle Dragon's physique was even more robust than that of the Golden Dragons.
"If something happened to me, you'd never get to eat delicious food again." Lu Jin'an added.
"Zhiyu understands, understands! No more eating Master's head in the future." Zhiyu hurriedly nodded.
Seeing Zhiyu hurriedly making a promise, Lu Jin'an felt speechless inside.
Pain wouldn't make her realize her mistake, but the lack of delicious food immediately made her admit her fault.
