383 Uninvited Guests

"Oh." Gao Peng nodded his head, then shut the black suitcase.

"What are you doing?" The Desolate Frost Lion was stunned.

"I'll have to disappoint you for the time being, then. You can wait until we get some high-class spirit materials before you eat." Gao Peng amiably patted the little lion on the head.

The Desolate Frost Lion was blank.

Gao Peng got up and placed the black suitcase in a location where the lion couldn't reach it, then instructed the others not to feed it before he turned and left.

The Desolate Frost Lion was too prideful. Even though he had established a Blood Contract with it, its nature was still just as proud.

Having once been just a step away from reaching Overlord-tier at its peak, it definitely had the right to be proud, but this didn't mean that Gao Peng had to put up with its behavior.