The epic and legendary tale of an extraordinary young man rising up from the masses, traversing his life in the pursuit of quantity over quality. His inquisitive voice echoes infinitely through the hills of the immortal Academy: "I am one who would rather suffer an eternity of destined calamities than beg for solace from thy saints..."
The Little White Gog was obedient and cute. It looked at Ning Que innocently with wide eyes.
Ning Que looked at it dazedly, countless possibilities whirring in his mind.
Suddenly, a satisfied expression flashed through the Little White Gog's eyes. It opened its mouth widely and revealed shart short teeth. It snapped at Ning Que's wrist viciously, as if it wanted to bite off his hand.
The innocent and adorable little white dog had transformed into a scary fierce beast within a split second.
It snapped at Ning Que's wrist like an arrow, opening and closing its jaws forcefully at a speed that that surpassed what the human eye could see. It was as fast as lightning, and if it had really caught Ning Que's wrist, flesh and bones would have broken.
A common person would have been unable to avoid this sudden attack.