At first, Miao Long still felt that his heart was not very good. Even for experts like them who used Gu, the Golden Thread Gu was not as docile as a dog.
However, in Xu Bai's hands, this Golden Thread Gu did not have that kind of violent temper at all. It was very docile and was just short of barking a few times.
This feeling was ridiculous. It was like a child he had raised for many years, only to find out that it was the other party's. That sour feeling made him speechless.
However, the sourness only lasted for a short while. Soon, he reacted. When he heard Xu Bai say that there was something in the Golden Thread Gu, he did not care about his rudeness and hurriedly took a few steps forward to see what it was.
In Miao Long's eyes, the Golden Thread Gu was still lying quietly in the wooden box. Other than looking a little cowardly, there was nothing unusual about it.