On this particular day, Lu Yuan, with nothing better to do, was looking back through this journal when he was dumbfounded to find that its contents could be summed up in five big characters—"Old Wolf's Brothel Log"!
He was furious.
He put the snake shedding clothes on Old Wolf, covering up that damned organ of his.
"Awoo, awoo, awoo!" Old Wolf looked utterly disheartened, with a fierce look of wanting to bite someone, struggling frantically.
"Look at your legs, you have no strength!" Lu Yuan scolded, "You start complaining about being tired after just 20 kilometers a day! Do you still want me to carry you or what?"
The orange Old Cat covered its eyes with a paw, "Lu Yuan, I can understand you."
"In the past few months, you've told the story of a beautiful human girl 432 times. On average, about 4-5 times a day."