The big yellow dog, who had been squatting beside Ye Qingtang, tilted its head and wagged its tail. It yawned and looked at the General of the West Sea Tribe expressionlessly. "I say… you keep chattering non-stop. Are you done? On account of your ignorance, just kowtow to me and I'll pretend that this never happened. I'll spare your wretched lives then."
Ye Qingtang glanced at the big yellow dog. It really knew how to talk. The odds were against her today. Ye Qingtang had racked her brains to think of a way to let the General of the West Sea Tribe and General Yongle fight first, but this dog…
"What did you say?"
After hearing what the big yellow dog said, a cold glint flashed across the eyes of the West Sea Tribe General. A dog wanted him to kneel down and apologize? So that it would spare his life?
