The Might of the Spamming

Fangzheng nodded. "I saw it. What a big guy."

"Hehe, Master, how about I get you a tiger-skin dress?" Red Boy rubbed his palms together and asked.

Fangzheng raised his hand to give him a slap. "The northeastern tiger is a protected animal. Tiger-skin dress? Even if you are stewed, you can't hurt it!"

"So what if it's a northeastern tiger? Can he be more precious than demons? I'm the only demon on Earth!" Red Boy said unhappily.

Salted Fish coughed dryly by the side. "Senior Brother, you aren't the only one. I'm also a demon."

Red Boy pricked up his brows. "That won't be the case tomorrow. I'll stew you tonight!"

Salted Fish: "I'm not a demon. I'm a spirit monster. We are unique."

Only then did Red Boy smile in satisfaction.