Chapter 277: Piggy Crying (8000-word chapter)_3
Dịch giả: 549690339
"Moto, you can harvest Sword Grass with the 'Iron-cutting Crab'," Chen Xuan suggested.
After stuffing a Hay Needle into the mouth of the little White Dragon beside him, Chen Xuan spoke.
But it simply held the end of the Hay Needle in its claws and puffed a ring of nonexistent smoke, shaking its head distraughtly:
(;′⌒`) I can't right now, I have... something to do.
"What could you possibly have to do?"
Chen Xuan wondered.
(╥╯^╰╥) I have... matters of the heart.
The little White Dragon covered his chest in apparent agony, tears falling drop by drop.
"...Huh?"
Chen Xuan was perplexed.
He just couldn't understand it. The little creature had been perfectly fine early that morning. How could it suddenly have matters of the heart?
However, the sight of the slender, silver Sword Grass in the corner of his eye, for some reason, reminded him of Master Jinfeng's Sword Eel.
True, the Sword Eel and the Sword Grass shared a similar color.
But...