“A treasure that can kill a consonant dao cultivator?”
The little white dog thought for a moment and shook its head. “Master and Little Master don’t have any treasures. This is where they live, where they eat, sleep, and read. There are no treasures.”
Su Yu was a little impatient.
On top of his head, the Little Furball was lying on top of his head. It sniffled and shouted, “Liar, there are treasures. I can smell the fragrance!”
The little white dog seemed to only see it now. After looking at it for a while, it looked at the little fur ball strangely, “Eh, I think I’ve seen you before... No, you’re so weak. Oh, OH, OH... I remember now. A long time ago, master brought back something similar to you. I’ve seen it before!”
“Dou Bao?”
