He raised his neck, intending to listen to the next exclamation of praise for him.

As long as they are magicians, they will be full of religious piety towards him and regard him as the original and supreme mystery. No one will be an exception.

"It's a husky."

Don't tell me yet.

The golden wolf lying there quietly looks very similar to a husky.

Once he had such an association, Jiang Li felt that he could not be noble no matter what.

Beo almost broke his teeth.

Husky?

Comparing his noble man-wolf, a fantasy species that only exists in legends, a transcendent existence that can be called the embodiment of mystery itself, to that reckless and cowardly inferior dog?

"I almost hate my big brother!"

Jin Lang's eyes gradually became fierce, the previous kindness had completely disappeared, and a strong murderous intention was brewing in his eyes.

"Let me see for myself what will happen if I get angry!"

A moment.
Chapter completed!