Playing with Fire

Su Ping was once again touched by his mother's kindness. He smiled. "You shouldn't make long walks, mom, leave it to me. I have a pet anyway. We run a pet shop, remember? I can switch to a new one each day if I want."

Li Qingru chuckled. "You're kidding. What kind of pet warrior uses different pets everyday? What is your current pet? The shop doesn't have any good ones in stock."

Su Lingyue also pricked up her ears to listen. Since Su Ping had become a battle pet warrior, he was slowly catching up to her. She preferred to stay cautious, to prevent her miserable childhood from repeating.

"It's an Undead-type. Decent aptitude, I'd say. Just a little below average."

"Undead?" Li Qingru looked surprised, because not many people liked their horrible looks, even though they usually fought pretty well. "What exactly is it?"