“AH, it’s another bright and Sunny Day, don’t you think so, Rhubarb?”On the common grazing grassland of the base, an elven female player named “Little Bok Choy”was lying leisurely on the grass, she smiled and asked the star-swallowing dog beside her, who had a wrinkled face.
The star-swallowing dog rolled its eyes and couldn’t be bothered to pay attention to its stupid owner. Yellow mud, yellow coal, yellow, which part of me is yellow? It’s obviously an elegant black color, okay?
The Elven player, who seemed to understand its complaints, said to himself with a smile, “I know you’re not satisfied with this name, but I read in the urban literature that dogs named rhubarb are all very powerful and very protective. I believe that one day when I’m in danger, you will definitely protect me like other rhubarbs protect their owners, right?”
