"Then what is it? She obviously found us easily," she said, pulling the bag away from him. She was eager to burn it to ash. Maybe then she would feel better. Ever since they found her beloved, she had been feeling quite irritable like something was going out of her control.
Qie Xieling pulled his bag back while explaining, "It has to be something I own that she was in possession of. Ask him, he knows," before pointing at the dragon that was curled up on a rock basking in the sun.
King Luo raised his head, his expression directly translating to 'what the fuck'.
"What do you mean, ask him? Because of you, he can't speak. Just in case we have to dispose of you bag, " she said and pulled the bag harshly.
Qie Xieling didn't want to wrestle with her but given that his very survival depended on this holding bag he had no choice.
