Wang Shouzhe hurriedly reached out to embrace it.
The tiny Firefox was rubbing against Wang Shouzhe's chest blissfully, cooing in a delicate voice, "That little mud loach is so bad, L-girl only hit it a few times and it burrowed into the mud and refused to come out."
Hide in the mud?
A twitch crossed the corner of Wang Shouzhe's mouth.
This Green Jiao really had no dignity; now it truly had reduced itself to a mud loach.
The poor Green Jiao, on the verge of transforming into a dragon, was quite keen of hearing, wasn't it?
Hidden in the mud, it listened to the Seven-tailed Firefox's complaints and almost burst its lungs in anger. If I could beat you, you fox, would I need to hide in the mud?
Its heart was filled with despondency. It had found an opportunity at last but hadn't even enjoyed it before facing this disaster.
Rage, unstoppable rage!
The Green Jiao couldn't endure it any longer.