The wind blew the peach trees and flowers, and the branches of Magpies chirped.
In the Daoist temple on the ten-mile slope, there was a big wooden bucket in the middle of the courtyard. The little fat Dragon was sitting in the wooden bucket, looking around with his big eyes. White foam was covering his head and face.
Meanwhile, the Fox girl, little white, rolled up her sleeves and brushed the little fat Dragon's scales with a large brush. She also had to press her hand on the little fat dragon's head from time to time because it was a little resistant to this. Of course, the tough dragon scales did not hurt. The little fat Dragon simply did not like to bathe, just like any boy when he was young.
