Carl didn't say anything, just moved the umbrella a bit, eyes slightly down, with an indescribable sense of oppression.
The middle-aged man looked at the flawless face, excitement of hunting in his eyes, "Do my eyes look like a dragon's eyes?"
Carl glanced over, looking as if he saw something dirty, then looked away with an indifferent expression, "Not really."
In a flash!
The middle-aged man was covered in black mist, scales spreading from his neck to his face. Amidst the lightning and thunder, he asked again, "Do my eyes look like a dragon's eyes?"
"No way." Carl didn't even look at him this time.
The middle-aged man was completely enraged, his nails turned purple, and black mist wrapped around Carl's feet, as if it was going to swallow his soul: "I'll ask you again, do my eyes loo
