In a Bizarre World, I Rely Entirely on Trash Talk

“Run! It’s a three-headed demon hound! Why is such a high-level monster inside Haicheng?”

“Hey, Han Yu, why are you picking up a bone?”

“Dogs should like bones.” Han Yu tosses the huge bone in his hand high into the air. It lands behind the three-headed demon hound.

“That’s a three-headed demon hound! Do you think it’s your pet or something? Run!”

The three-headed hound looks at the human in front of it, plump in all the right places, and drools like a waterfall. It turns around and pounces on the meaty bone behind it, takes a couple of bites, then even hugs the bone and rolls around on the ground.

“?! Han Yu, tell me honestly. Did your pet mutate or something?”

Han Yu gazes up at the sky. As a transmigrator without a System, all he can do is talk his way out of trouble.