Looking at them, Elvis was scared and confused. Dylan was in the same line with him just now. Did he forget that in such a short time? Elvis took out the s*******r knife again as he stepped back. He needed to ready himself for the fight and showed no mercy. After all, it was a battle about life and death!
“Dylan. Don’t come over. You don’t eat people, right?”
“Eat.” Dylan stopped and shouted the word with his head raising up high.
“Dylan, what are you doing here? He is our friend. Stop!” Lucy felt the hostile atmosphere and called Dylan to stop walking forward.
“Friend? What is a friend? Does it taste good? It tells me not to eat you, but not him.” Dylan said as he pointed at his head.
"A friend is someone you can depend on, someone who thinks for you, someone who helps you. You canno
