Stewing In One's Own Juice (3)

"Don't be shy! My beloved master is easy to get along with," Darling said understandingly.

"I'm not shy," the exposed ink fox roared in anger. How could I be shy? I've been an adult for hundreds of years.

Leng Ruoxue caressed the black fur of the fox to calm him down. Alas! What an awkward little fox.

"I'll name you Dazzle!" Leng Ruoxue said after some thought.

"Thank you, Master," the ink fox said, even though he hadn't officially acknowledged her as his master yet.

"You can acknowledge me as your master after we leave this place!"

"Okay." Dazzle nodded. Perhaps I really won't regret this decision.

"Master, that golden flood dragon…" Dazzle opened his mouth, seemingly wanting to say something.

"What about it?" Leng Ruoxue looked at Dazzle in confusion. Although flood dragons had the bloodlines of dragons, they were cold-blooded like snakes, and she had never liked snakes.