226 Maybe Blow Up Mount Dadong?

Cheng Dongfeng firmly pinched himself again then, and upon feeling the pain on his thigh, he was finally sure that he was not dreaming.

Even so…

Why did everything before his eyes feel even more unreal compared to a dream?

A dog talking even though it was not a Feral King?

Fair enough.

He could accept that the dog could speak since dogs had always been intelligent creatures—it was nothing too surprising that they were capable of speech after mutating.

"Hold on…"

Cheng Dongfeng abruptly came to his senses and gaped at Jiang He, "That… is the Golden-Winged Roc?"

"Yeah."

Jiang He nodded, cutting another chunk of meat and passing it to Cheng Dongfeng with a smile. "Have a taste. Its flesh is not bad—very chewy."

"Is that really the Golden-Winged Roc? The one on Bukadaban Peak?"

"Is there another Golden-Winged Roc on Earth?" Jiang He replied.