Qin Mu Imparting the Techniques
Éditeur: Atlas Studios
"Mu'er is back?"
Apothecary turned back and smiled when he saw Qin Mu. "I have fed this dragon qilin of yours well. He's much sturdier now."
Qin Mu was slightly numb. "Sturdier..."
That fat ball popped his head out from the pot. He was overjoyed when he saw Qin Mu. He hurriedly ran over with his short legs, but since his legs couldn't touch the ground, his head crashed into the floor, and he started bouncing. He rolled over to Qin Mu while crying out, "Cult Master, I'm fine. I can crawl back up after rolling two rounds."
Qin Mu hurriedly avoided him and said bitterly, "Grandpa Apothecary, this isn't sturdy at all! Where's Ling'er? Ling'er! How could you let Fatty Dragon eat so much and become so fat?"
Apothecary said, "Ling'er is not here. She has gone off to cultivate with Fox Immortal. Doesn't Fatty Dragon need to eat three meals a day, and one meal has to be one bucket of spirit pills?"
Qin Mu was dumbfounded.