The Golden-Winged Roc King looked at Zhou Shu and felt cold all over his body, and the hair on his back was standing on end.
Zhou Shu had suddenly run to his room and stared at him without saying a word. A full fifteen minutes had passed.
The Golden-Winged Roc King didn't know anything and didn't dare to ask.
He stood there stiffly, not daring to move, as cold sweat streamed down his forehead.
Finally, the Golden-Winged Roc King couldn't take it anymore and stammered, "Lord…"
"Hmm?" Zhou Shu finally made a sound.
The Golden-Winged Roc King summoned up his courage and asked, "Lord, do you have any orders?"
"Golden-Winged Roc King, are you afraid of fire?" Zhou Shu suddenly asked.
The Golden-Winged Roc King thought for a moment and said, "That depends on what kind of fire.