Wang Shouzhe hastily reached out to hug it.
The small fire fox snuggled against Wang Shouzhe's chest, coquettishly whining, "That Little Loach is really bad. I only beat it a few times, and it dove into the mud, refusing to come out."
Hiding in the mud?
Wang Shouzhe's mouth twitched.
This Primordial Water Cyan Flood Dragon really has no dignity, it's completely become a loach now.
Poor Primordial Water Cyan Flood Dragon, after all, it is about to transform into a dragon. How keen its senses are!
In the mud, it listened to the Seven-tailed Fire Fox's complaints, almost bursting with rage. If I could beat you, Fox, would I need to hide in the mud?
It felt a deep sense of sorrow. It had just found an opportunity, but hadn't even had the chance to enjoy it when such a calamity struck.
Furious, utterly furious!
The Primordial Water Cyan Flood Dragon couldn't endure it any longer.
