Returning to reality, Julian tightly gripped the bag of meat in his hand, turning back and shouting provocatively at the two of them: "Hey, Omegina? The reward you gave doesn't seem to be enough, you want to chase me away with just this much? I worked hard, sweating blood and tears!"
He fluffed his feathers, lifting his chin arrogantly to interrogate them, deliberately provoking them to stall for a little more time.
Rowan frowned, changed his direction and turned back, his face darkening, his eyes turning grim. He walked over quickly, picking Julian up by the collar with one hand like lifting a weak chick off the ground: "What did you call me?"
The gaze looking at Julian from the inside out emanated a cold, terrifying meaning: call him Omegina one more time and he was dead meat, no one could save him.
Julian's charming face, beautiful to the point of being androgynous, bloomed into an arrogant smile, completely unafraid of the threat.
